TWENTY FOUR🔞

                                    

                                          
**Note: Slight MATURE CONTENT ahead!**
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He followed me out of the restroom and into the car, sliding into the driver's seat. As he started the engine, he couldn't help but think about the fact that he still had dried milk on his face. He glanced at me quickly, a sly grin on his face. 
"You know, doll, you should've taken a picture. I must look pretty ridiculous right now," he teased, chuckling softly.
I ignored him..and glanced outside..
My cheeks are getting heat up..
a hint of a smirk still on his face. 
"I should wear more milk stains more often," he teased, his hand reaching over to give my thigh a playful squeeze.He glanced over at me, a hint of a smirk still on his face, "Home, doll."
"Kookie drive carefully" As i cover me properly..
He chuckled at my comment about driving carefully, but he obeyed, maintaining a steady and smooth pace on the road..
his eyes darting to my chest before focusing back on the road. "Don't worry, doll," he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone. "I'll drive carefully. But you don't have to cover up, you know. I like the view."
I glanced at his cocky comment..
He noticed my glare at his comment and quickly changed the subject. He glanced over at me and asked, "Hey doll, has your period ended yet?"
"Yeah. Thank God im not pregnant" i sighed in relaxation.. seriously though..
He couldn't help but frown slightly when i mentioned not being pregnant. It was clear that he secretly wished for me to be. However, he tried to conceal his disappointment and just nodded silently, maintaining his focus on the road.He had been secretly hoping that i would conceive his child, but he quickly masked his expression. "Yeah, I bet," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "That's good, doll. No surprise babies just yet."
I nodded at him..as i relaxed on my seat, hummed happily..
. He remained silent for a moment, his hand tightening on the steering wheel. "Yeah, thank God," he muttered, his voice a touch hollow.
"I was scared that i might get pregnant by your stupidity.." i accused him calmly..
He clenched his jaw, his eyes hardening. "My stupidity, doll?" he said, his tone growing stern. "You know damn well that a baby between us would be a blessing, not a stupid mistake."
"What are you talking about?" I frowned at him ..
He took a deep breath, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. "A baby, doll," he repeated, his voice low and intense. 
"A baby with you. Don't act like you don't understand, doll. You play innocent too damn often. You know what I'm talking about. A baby. A child, I want one, and you know it. We'd be good parents. Don't act like it's some kind of mistake or something you'd regret."
I stare at him with disbelief, my mind can't process his words right now. Is he being serious. The look on his face seems serious. But i can't help but doubt on that..
He could see the disbelief on my face and it only fueled his anger.
"Why do you look so damn surprised, doll?" he snapped, his voice a mix of anger and frustration.
"You think the idea of us having a baby together is so far-fetched? Doll, I would be thrilled if you were pregnant with my child." His grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"Haahaa yeah . Damn good one.." as i laughed at his words ..he's joking..
His anger skyrocketed at my laughter, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Damn good one? You find the idea of us having a baby together so damn hilarious?You're mine, and we should have something that seals that forever." he snapped, his tone filled with wounded pride.