"Gwen, Wait!"
Something stops her, and she turns facing you. You begin to stand, draping the blanket over yourself so she doesn't have to see your cock if she doesnt want too.
"Gwen, I really am sorry for what I did too you."
"I know, and I believe you."
"Have you really been that regular? You're sure that I got you pregnant when I raped you." you say, the words stinging as they come out of your mouth.
"Yes," she says with a bit of pain in her voice.
"Are you sure? Because we can change that if you aren't sure." you say stepping closer.
"What do you mean?"
Not knowing how to say this otherwise, you lay all your cards on the table and hope for the best. You're close enough that her scent alone is driving you crazy.
"You don't know for sure you're even pregnant at all, at least not yet. Let me change the memory for you. Let me be everything you've ever wanted in a man tonight. We'll do everything you've ever wanted to do to make the birth of your first child more then the consequence of something ugly. Just let me do this, please?"
She has tears in her eyes, and you can see she's considering it. The indesicion must be crippling, but it all comes down to one question |