The Danning Beginnings – Chapter Forty

It took a full day before things started to settle. No, not settle–not the right word. But started to settle. For the rest of the day and all through the night Cal sulked in his bedroom, Penny moped in hers, and I lay in mine feeling very confused. Kay buzzed around trying to keep himself together. In the morning he was the one to make sure the kids had breakfast.

“C-Cal is really distressed and P-Penny looked like sh-she cried all night,” he reported to me since I had stayed in the bedroom. I sat up, feeling sick. I opened my mouth to respond and wound up just running to the bathroom to throw up. “You n-need to talk t-to him.”


After brushing my teeth I got in the tub for a good hour and a half, unable to do anything but just think about everything. My son getting his girlfriend pregnant. My son making a stupid decision. Of course I was unhappy that he had even done that, instead of waiting. But I understood giving in. I did not blame him for being unable to reign in his raging teenage hormones. However, I blamed him for going about it in a stupid manner. Too ’embarrassed’ to buy a condom meant he should have waited. Still, not everyone had the maturity to understand or realize that.

Urgh I just wanted to shake him!

Finally I got out of the tub and, after pulling on some loose clothing since I felt more than bloated, headed out to the living room. Cal and Penny were in their rooms. Sighing, I went to Cal’s door then stopped. No. I moved to Penny’s door and knocked gently. Once she told me I could go in I opened the door. She sat on her bed holding a damp cloth against her cheeks.

“Penny, can we talk?” I asked and she gave the tiniest of nods. “Are you feeling all right?”


“Morning sickness?”


She shook her head. “I feel awful you’re so mad at Calcifer. It was my decision too, Mr. Danning.” She gave me such pleading eyes that my heart melted. “I knew it wasn’t right to not use anything but we were so–so–” her cheeks tinted slightly, “–and I should have said something but I didn’t, so please, please don’t be mad at him.”

I rubbed my forehead, feeling tired. “Okay, well, thank you for reminding me that two people made this decision. But he made it as much as you. I just don’t understand why you’d do that…”

She wrung the cloth in her hands absentmindedly, sending droplets of water onto her skirt. “I don’t know either. I don’t think there is any point trying to explain how I felt at that moment since I think it is probably something you experience with Mr. Kay.” She wrung the cloth harder. “I cannot defend myself, but because of that I don’t think I should. I know we both made a mistake. Calcifer–he knows this too, he’s been trying to help me. He took me to the doctor and has been using his allowance to pay for the, um, prenatal vitamins.”

Jeez. “Let’s not talk about–that.” I’ll talk to Cal in a bit anyway. “Mostly, I wanted to make sure you were doing all right. I guess it sounds like you’ve been doing all right with the check ups? And vitamins?”

She hopped to her feet and rummaged through one of her dresser drawers, pulling a bottle out. “See? I take them like the doctor told me. I’m also cutting back on some of the delicious fried food I love so much. It’s hard.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “It is difficult. Um, well, if you have any cravings let me know and I can fix you whatever you want.”


“Oh–thank you, Mr. Danning.”


“Thank you, Jacob.”

No putting it off now so next I tapped at Cal’s door and opened it after he made the barest of noises. His eyes glittered in the semi-darkness then flinched when I flipped on his wall light. “Come to yell at me more?” he grumbled.

“You know how much I want to,” I snapped. “You and Penny were idiots.”

The muscles in his body tensed, one hand curling into a fist. “My fault, not hers–don’t you blame her for anything.”

“No. I will give her as much blame as need be. You both made the choice to have unprotected sex. Unsafe sex.” I ran my fingers through my hair, biting back multiple swear words. “I can’t even imagine what you were thinking at the time. If you’re going to have sex you need to–“

“I know, I know!”

“NO you obviously DON’T!”

“I was too embarrassed–“


“Damn it, Calcifer, that should have been a clue! If you can’t get the safety gear, you shouldn’t do the job!” We just stared at each other for several agonizing seconds while my brain tried to wrap around how to deal with this. “You’re going to be a father. You understand that? All those things you complained about having to do with Misha you will need to do.”

He shifted his weight, face settling into a look of absolute discomfort. “Y-yeah, I know,” he mumbled. “Like, bathing and stuff.”

“You’ll need to get a job.”


I raised my eyebrows. “Diapers, formula, clothes, bottles, toys, more–it’s not free. Or were you expecting to be able to pay for it all on your allowance? Or have me and Kay buy things?”

His mouth stretched into a grimace. “N-no.” Lies, I could tell. “We have some baby things here. Diapers…”

“We have diapers for a ten-month-old,” I reminded him. “A newborn will be much smaller and need different diapers. You’ll need to take Penny to classes. Educate yourselves. You’ll also need to help pay for clothes for her, since she doesn’t have any income beyond her allowance.”


I held up my hand. “You’ll need to find a job immediately. I do appreciate the fact you’ve been using your allowance to help her, but it just won’t be enough and Kay and I will not be supplying you with finances.” Okay, well, we probably will, but not the extent he wants us to. “We will help out some but you’re old enough to work to take care of her and your child.” I put as much emphasis on the word as I could.


“I’ll d… do what I can.”

“Damn straight you’ll do what you can.”

He looked miserably up at me. “Don’t blame her, all right?”

“I blame both of you. I talked to her and she admitted she knew it was wrong.” Suddenly I felt exhausted and tired, both emotionally and physically. In the summer we’d have two babies in the house. Which reminded me… but I didn’t want to talk to him about this at the moment. “Which doctor did you take her to?”

“Dr. Evans, in Willow Acres. We–didn’t want anyone around here to possibly find out.”

I searched my memory for a place called Willow Acres before finally recalling a tiny town nestled in a valley about an hour away. I asked him a few questions, making sure the doctor was nice, had good qualifications, etc, etc. It sounded like she was a good doctor so with that settled I returned to my room to lay in bed. I put a hand against my belly, thinking of how I felt pregnant with Cal. How anxious, how excited, how scared, how wonderful I felt. I imagined Penny was going through all that and more–not just her first pregnancy but as a teen. It wouldn’t be easy. Two babies in the house wouldn’t be easy. Watcher, where would we even put them?

I sat up, anxiety gnawing at my brain. Three bedrooms, no room to expand. We could have our baby in our bedroom, and Cal and Penny’s baby in Penny’s room–but what about when they got older? Cal and Penny would have a toddler going into college. I had the feeling they’d be staying in our house for a while. Maybe not, but I just had the suspicion it’d end up that way–the community college. If Cal even went to college, he never gave much thought to his future. Maybe a baby would help with that? But a baby would also change his future so much…


Slowly I lay back down, rubbing my stomach. This baby would be raised in a proper house, not a tiny two-room shack. I’d be able to be there more for them, and Kay would be there too. Cal had been denied so much. You weren’t a good enough father for him, a nasty voice whispered. He hates you.

He thought of himself as a monster. He had been acting out before we came to Twinbrook. I thought of the teensy shack, his teensy room, the cheap food, cheap clothes… Could I have done more for him? Would he hate his baby sibling for having more than he did as a kid?

Before I could stop myself I got back up and went to his room, tapping until he told me to come in. He looked at me in surprise which turned to shock when I enveloped him in a hug. “I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much.”

“D… Dad? Um. Uh–did–uhhh–something happen? Aren’t you pissed at me?”

“Yes I am but I love you too. I need you to know that.” I pulled back, hands clutching at his shoulders. “Okay?”

“You’re dying, aren’t you? That’s why you’ve been sick–you’re dying. Oh Watcher you’re dying and finding out I got Penny pregnant sent you spiraling down into something worse!” He looked utterly stricken. “Oh Watcher–“


“No! No, Cal, I’m not dying. I’m pregnant.”


So November progressed very weirdly. Cal refused to believe I was pregnant for a long time though Penny accepted it very quickly. She seemed excited by the idea that we’d both be having babies at the same time.

“It’ll be like Father of the Bride part two,” she said, clapping her hands together. I had to laugh.

Thankfully there were two bathrooms since often we’d both need to run to one at the same time. I noticed with some jealousy she didn’t suffer as much morning sickness as I did, then again I had suffered even worse with Cal. I remembered having it pretty much every morning and long after I should have. This time I wasn’t throwing up quite as often and with luck it would subside pretty quickly too.

Cal got a job. When he came home after his interview he had a big smile on his face, declaring he got it. Penny hugged him while Kay and I gave him pats on the back. “Where at?” I asked, since he never said.

“I work from six to nine, and have Wednesdays and Thursdays off,” he said, picking at his nails.

“Where at?” I asked again, suspicious.


No.” I folded my arms and gave him an angry glare. “You are too young to be working there at night! I’ll talk to my boss, see if we can’t find something for you at the store–“

Cal scowled back at me. “No positions open, remember? Besides. If you can raise a kid doing it, so can I.”

My lips went thin at those words. “I was an adult.”

“Isn’t that what this is about? Me growing up? Dad, it’s the only place in town willing to hire me–“

“I’ll talk to my boss–“


“Why are you so against me working in a graveyard? You might have been scared of it, but I’m not!”

I flinched at those word, feeling a bit of hurt. Not from the words really, but from the tone; he meant the words to make me feel bad. “I know you’re not afraid, and I am… proud of you for be willing to work there. But I don’t think it is very safe for you.”

Kay put a hand on my arm, giving a little tug. “Let me sp-speak to him for a moment.” He said this to Cal, not me. I reluctantly went with Kay into our bedroom where he rubbed my arm gently. “Why shouldn’t he w-work there?”

“I know what it’s like,” I said, voice catching in my throat. “It’s hard. Lonely. Scary. Even if he says he won’t be scared, it can be very frightening being alone in the graveyard at night. He–“

“He saw you d-doing this, for him. That’s why he’s willing. He’s f-following in your footsteps.”

I gazed into Kay’s eyes for quite some time then nodded, heading back into the main room. Cal gave me a look. Waiting for the fighting. “Just be careful,” I sighed which sent a small smile flitting momentarily across his face.



Cal’s first day of work I prepared him a good dinner and was waiting for him when he got home. I closed my book, not saying anything. He plopped down next to me. “It’s not that bad. I’m mostly doing cleaning, yard work–keeping the plots weeded and stuff. It’s not too bad. My boss is pretty cool an’ all. It’s not bad.”

“As long as you’re comfortable.”

Things became a bit easier between us as November faded into December. I didn’t like him working at the cemetery but I kept my opinion to myself and instead focused on the pregnancy. And helping Penny, of course. She had so many questions… including ones I couldn’t answer. I explained to her that I had been unconscious when I had my c-section. I went into labor and passed out.

“I have a book and it says some women don’t use pain medicine or anything.” Penny looked down at her stomach, the tiny swell. “Others say it hurts so much. I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s quite a few months away still,” I reassured her, “so you don’t need to worry about it until it happens. When it is time, you do what you feel is right and not what others have experienced.”

As we prepared for Christmas Kay and I discussed whether I’d stay at my job. I did a lot of heavy lifting so it was definitely out of the question to stay as long as I would have. But afterwards… would I go back to work? I don’t need to think so much about it right at this moment, I’m not due for seven months! Kay told me I didn’t need to work. He could support us decently enough on his paycheck, especially with Cal working for his own little family.

For Cal’s first year of life I had been a stay-at-home Dad and I had loved it. “I don’t want to be a burden,” I mumbled during the conversation Kay and I were having about this.


“You’re n-not. You n-never would be. You’re m-my husband. There’s often a s-stay-at-home p-parent. W–with Penny being in sch-school, there w-will be two babies to w-watch.” He hesitated then said, “I w-was thinking. About this h-house and… the s-size. Maybe we sh-should look for a bigger place.”

I remained silent as I continued folding shirts, not wanting to say the size of the house had been in my mind too. “We can fit our baby in here easily enough, and Penny–“

“And wh-when we have m-more kids?” Kay asked simply. “The two bedrooms are b-big enough for one kid, b-but it’ll b-be cramped mmmmph!” He was cut off as I had launched myself at him, kissing him passionately. I kept kissing him over and over, sending his glasses askew and his clothes a bit rumpled. “Ahh—wh…”

“That’s for saying you want more kids,” I whispered, nuzzling into him.

Kay turned pink as he readjusted his spectacles. “D-don’t you want a big family?”

“Yes! I just wasn’t sure about you.”


He shifted a bit so I settled in a less painful position in his lap. “Yes,” he said and I went back to kissing him happily.


Our house wasn’t so tiny we wouldn’t be able to fit everyone, but after talking long into the night Kay and I decided that a bigger house would be nice. He insisted we could afford it and I trusted him on that, as honestly I had no idea what sort of funds he had at his disposal. I knew how much he made at his job–it didn’t seem enough to be able to really afford a bigger place but I had to trust him.

We began looking a week before Christmas, wanting to move sometime in January or February before I got too big. We looked at other ranch houses, at boxy two floor houses, smallish houses with roomy basements, houses that could have rooms converted, and even one that was picturesque stereotypical traditional including the white picket fence. I didn’t like any of them. The white picket fence one came closest but its kitchen was really tiny. Kay suggested gently we look at even bigger houses. I protested about the cost and he squeezed my waist, telling me not to worry.

So we looked at bigger houses. Nice houses. Houses we couldn’t afford. Why did Kay want to do this?

Then we found one I fell in love with. As the Realtor drove us down a long winding driveway a few miles out of town I knew this would be one we wouldn’t be able to get unless we won the lottery. A private estate, basically; not very much land, true, but it could probably qualify as a mansion. As it came into view I realized it definitely, definitely could be considered a mansion.

“Holy hell,” I whispered as he parked in front of the giant place.

Kay beamed as he pulled me out of the car. “Isn’t it amaz-zing?”

Holy hell! Soooo you thinking of buying the shed out back?”

“C-come on, look at the kitchen.”

My belly churned as we walked through the empty, spacious rooms. The kitchen was large, all the surfaces gleaming like they had been polished that day. The dining room had a window of walls looking out into the huge, huge, huge backyard. I could see a swingset, slide, clubhouse, sandbox, toys–so many toys and places to–

“That’s a pool,” I said.

“Yep!” Kay clapped his hands. “L-let’s look upstairs?”

There were several bedrooms, even several bathrooms. The Realtor explained the place had been built just five years prior by a couple who had three sets of twins. Over this past summer their divorce had been finalized and they were all moved.

“How expensive is it?” I asked. The Realtor showed me the asking price. I paled, my palms got all sweaty, and my stomach rebelled. I managed to thank her before quietly finding a bathroom to throw up in.

Afterwards we looked at a smaller house. Four decently sized bedrooms, a study we could convert into a nursery, and an okay-sized yard. Still expensive but more than half the price of the huge mansion. That night in bed Kay asked which house I liked. I told him I would like the one with the white picket fence we saw the previous week.

“B-be honest,” he pouted.


“Oh come on, what do you want me to say? Ask you to spend hundreds of thousands of simoleons that we don’t have on a giant house?”

“B-but do you like it?”

“Yes. I love it, just not enough to want to go into debt for.”

“Wh-what about the one on Summer Lane?”

The smaller one, with four bedrooms. “Yeah it was nice but still too expensive.”


“If w-we didn’t n-need to worry about m-money?”

I rolled my eyes at him, starting to get a bit annoyed. “We do have to worry about money. Kay, love, you have a nice job but not that nice. This is a decent house but it won’t sell for that much.” Kay’s forehead got wrinkly. “I will be happy to just be able to give our children room to play outside and space to make their own in their bedrooms.” I pulled him close and kissed the wrinkles. “It’s a nice fantasy but we need to be realistic.”

“Ok-kay,” he said a bit sadly.

I pulled him on top of me, wrapping my legs around him, nuzzling and kissing until he felt better. We soon drifted into sleep and I had dreams all night about being a stay-at-home dad to a huge brood of redheaded, green-eyed children.

The Danning Beginnings – Chapter Thirty-Nine

*Jacob’s POV*

I’m pregnant, I have a baby in me, we made a baby, I can get pregnant naturally, oh I guess we’ll need to use condoms, but not right now, because I am pregnant? I hope I am, what if she says I’m not? What is Calcifer going to say? He’s fifteen! He’ll be sixteen when his baby sibling is born–sixteen? He’s going to be so mad. Or will he be glad? Will he be excited? He knows I love kids. Oh my gosh, I am going to have a baby, there’s going to be a little Danning. Kay and I are having a baby. Wait, Cal is Kay’s kid too. I keep forgetting, that’s still weird–oh my Watcher a baby, I’m in my fifties–wait no, the youth potion. Or does that change anything? What if my body reactions to the pregnancy like my actual age and not my, er, physical age? No, that’d be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? What if something happens? I had all those problems, what if–

“Um. Dad. You’ve just been standing there washing the same plate for the past five minutes.”


I jumped a bit then blushed, putting the plate into the dish rack. “I just have a lot on my mind, I guess.” I began scrubbing off a fork, trying to focus on my task.

Calcifer flopped at the table, watching me silently. After some time, “Dad, you’ve been washing that fork for one minute and twenty seconds. Is something going on? Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Fine.” I rinsed it off and tossed the fork in the rack, turning off the water realizing it’d be pointless to continue. “I’m fine, really. Oh, before I forget…” I rooted around in my pocket and handed him some money which he took with a suspicious look. “You and Penny should go to the movies today, there’s a double feature going on–also there’s some extra money there for maybe some ice skating? I think Penny would like ice skating.”

“No, she wouldn’t.” Cal began counting the money, looking rather pleased. “Thanks, Dad. This is a blatantly obvious bribe to get us out of the house but you know what?” He jammed the money into his pocket. “I am one hundred and fifty percent sure it’s because you and Kay want to do gross things so I’m taking it. See ya! PENNY GET YOUR JACKET!” he shouted as he ran off. Within five minutes they were both gone.

Over the next half hour I paced around and promised Kay I felt fine. He seemed so calm. How could he be so calm?! Soon we’d find out if I was pregnant. I had to be pregnant though–the symptoms, they all matched. Unless something else was seriously wrong… No, stop worrying.


Jay arrived, a not-so-faint look of displeasure on her face and an obvious baby belly under her shirt. Kay hadn’t told me she was expecting too. Immediately I felt a slight stab of jealousy which quickly disappeared. Still, it didn’t seem fair that someone who didn’t like or want children would be having more. Did she like Misha? I hadn’t seen him for a while. Kiev kept us updated, of course; said Misha had been doing well, developing at an exponential rate, already learning words. A superbaby. I guess it didn’t surprise me that genius Kiev and genius Jay would have a superbaby.

“Remove your shirt and get on the couch,” Jay said about two seconds after coming into the house. She set a large bag down and began rummaging through it before shooting me a glare. I gulped and took my shirt off, sliding onto the couch.


Kay came over, putting his hands on my shoulders and squeezing very gently. “Uh, I guess I should tell you my symptoms?” I asked.

“Unnecessary. Lay down.”

I obeyed and she bent over me, rubbing goo on my belly. “How’s Misha?”

“Talking isn’t necessary either.”

I rolled my eyes and saw Kay looking rather peeved so I moved my hand to cover his. We all remained silent as Jay examined me with a weird-looking machine. It didn’t seem to give any picture but instead a digital readout that only she understood. She frowned, nodded, made the occasional ‘mmm’ sound, and finally she pulled a syringe out of the bag and before I could ask why, she swabbed a small spot on my arm and stabbed. I yelped and jerked, which gained me an angry glare from her and a command to be still.

“You c-could have given him w-warning.” I had never expected to hear such a tone coming from Kay towards his sister.

“He saw me with the syringe; unless he is a complete imbecile, he should understand what that entails.”


She yanked the syringe out and I gave another yelp of pain. Blood oozed out of the spot and she left her brother to take care of it. Kay’s cheeks and upper neck went red with anger as he gently cleaned off and bandaged the needle wound. Then he bent in and kissed me rather passionately on the lips. On one hand it felt so lovely and exhilarating… on the other hand I knew the reason was to piss his sister off and, judging by the vicious look in her eyes, it worked. Her nostrils flared and she returned to running the machine over my stomach, pressing a bit too hard. I did not appreciate my body being used in this battle between siblings, as nice as the kiss had been.


“That hurts,” I said.

Jay pressed her lips together and it seemed to me that she debated letting up on the pressure or not. Thankfully she did though this part only took another minute to finish. She put everything away and began reading the results. I sat upright and Kay sat next to me, holding my hand. I ached to ask her but managed to be patient until she finished her reading. She slowly looked up, face bland and impassive. “You are around seven to eight weeks pregnant, due date should be mid-July.”


Jeez, what was that?!

Oh. It was me.

And when did I stand up?


Jay had a finger in her ear while Kay had stood up as well, hands clasped together happily. I grabbed his waist and half-spun him, laughing like a madman. Kay giggled back, hugging tight and finished the spin; despite his being a lot shorter than me, he certainly had more muscles and could hold me up easier than I could him. We kissed again and I continued laughing, clutching him.

“Really? You’re positive?” I beamed at Jay, not caring about the rage filling her eyes.

Yes,” she hissed. “I’ve taken blood to double-check but my machine is 99.8% accurate. I assume you remember what you need to do. My brother can aid you and can come pick up vitamins needed. You may come to the labs for your checkups. Kiev and my brother will be taking care of those for the most part. Providing my own labor and birth does not harm my body, I will be more than able to perform the c-section. Goodbye.”

She picked up her bag and headed to the door. Kay let go of me, taking a few quick steps. “S-sister, c-can we–” She left, slamming the door shut. Kay’s shoulders fell a bit then straightened again as he turned. “Th-this is w-wonderful news!”


I wrapped my arms tightly around him once more and we kissed. “We’re gonna have a baby. Another baby. It’s gonna happen, we can do this again–naturally–we can have kids together, we can have a family together!” Our lips met again and this times our tongues mingled together in his mouth. He gave a squeaky sort of ‘mmph’ sound but didn’t pull away. His hands wandered to my hips and mine wandered to his ass, cupping his cheeks gently. Part of my mind remembered the feelings of horniness I had gotten in my first pregnancy. This time I’d be able to have those needs satisfied… Unless Kay didn’t want to. What if my pregnant body turned him off? I heard some guys hated that which always seemed weird to me.

“I l-love you.”

“Love you too.”

My forehead went against his and we just looked into one another’s eyes for quite some time, both of us grinning like idiots. My fingers eventually slid into his pants and when he didn’t complain I began pushing them down. Then he went very pink, eyes darting towards the door. I promised him the kids would be gone for a while, moving towards the bedroom door. We were still in the first months of marriage and a baby would change a lot of things, so I figured we’d need to take as much advantage of alone time as possible.

After a second or two of thinking he agreed and we went into the bedroom, shutting that door. Our clothes were quickly shed and my lips went to his chest. I kissed down to one nipple and gently began alternating licking and nibbling while Kay moaned. His hand strayed along my lower belly and worked its way to my cock. He paused and I made no move to push into his hand, allowing him to take his time. Ten or eleven seconds passed before his fingers took hold. I gave a moan and moved to his other nipple. He began tugging and I followed his movements with my hips, grinding into his hand. His other hand moved me a bit so I rolled on top of him, his cock now rubbing against mine and his hand.

“L–lube,” he gasped out and I reluctantly stopped giving his lovely little nipples attention so I could reach into the bedside table’s drawer to get the lube.

“How shall we?” I asked, tilting my head to one side.

“I–I d-don’t know… w-wouldn’t it be d-dangerous for you t-to…?” He made a motion with his hand.


“Dunno. I’m the only guy who’s had a successful pregnancy and I was very single the first time, so I have no idea if it’s the same for guys as it is with girls–but it is safe for girls.” However I knew what his frown meant and began lubing myself up before sliding a slick finger into him; he wasn’t really in the mood to take charge, and that was fine with me. I’d more than happily do the fucking today.


Warm, tired, and very satisfied made for three reasons not to get out of bed but unfortunately I had to. Kay had fallen asleep shortly after our celebratory screw finished while I lay awake for about fifteen minutes, staring at the back of his head, feeling so incredibly joyful. Pregnant. I got out of bed from the bottom so as not to disturb his nap.

Shower, laundry, late lunch. As I fixed a large salad–Cal’s favorite food–I considered how to tell my son the news. He considered himself a monster. Would this help ease his emotions over that, or would he consider his sibling a monster too? That hurt so much to even think about. Surely this would help Cal understand he’s not a monster.

The kids arrived shortly after the salad was finished and I woke Kay up, asking him in a quiet voice for his consent to go ahead and tell them. He nodded so when we went out into the dining room I felt super nervous. The four of us ate while Penny regaled us with the plots of the two movies they had seen. Film noirs that both of them enjoyed which came as a pleasant surprise. I hadn’t expected Cal to really like those types of movies.


Kay kept looking in my direction with anxious eyes so finally I cleared my throat. “So, um, there’s something I need to tell you.” Penny gave me sweet smile while Cal’s eyes narrowed. “There’s gonna be a new family member in the summer.”

Kay blushed, Penny’s smile faded, and Cal’s eyes went huge. Okkaaay not the reaction I expected. Penny’s head whipped round to stare at Cal. My son jumped up so quickly his chair nearly fell. “Wh–what? You told him?!” He now stared at Penny.

“No!” she whimpered, clutching her chest. “You s-said you would!”

“No, it’s not about–wait.” Their words sunk in with all the delicacy of a sledgehammer. “WHAT!?” My chair did fall over when I got up. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!”

“Ahh–I–” Cal faltered, looking ready to run. I grabbed his wrist with a steel grip so he couldn’t. “I, uh, was–what did you mean? Are we getting a d-dog? I’ve always w-wanted a dog!” He gave a nervous chuckle.

“What. Did. You. Mean.”




“Mr. D-Danning, please don’t yell at him!” Penny begged, getting to her feet. Her eyes filled with tears as she tugged harder at her shirt, fingers clutching at the fabric. “Please s-stop! Please! He’s just t-trying to protect me! I’m–g-going to have his baby!”

I stared at her then at Cal whose red face was more of a ‘yes’ than any words. Slowly my hold released and I tried to sit down in my chair, forgetting it had tipped over so instead of the seat I landed on the legs and jerked to the ground. Kay lunged for me, unable to catch me before it happened so instead he pulled me up a bit and into his lap.

“Wh…. yo… you…”

Penny gave a small cry and fled from the room. Cal’s body twitched as if he wanted to follow suit but instead he stood his ground. “Penny’s pregnant,” he said, not looking at me. “Due in, uh, June. According to, uh, the uh, doctor.”

“June…” I swallowed, feeling trembling anger raising up inside. “June. JUNE. As in, you got her pregnant when we were off on our honeymoon?!” He didn’t answer but again his face betrayed him. “DAMN IT, CALCIFER! I TRUSTED YOU!” I got up and probably would have gotten closer if Kay hadn’t gotten up as well, holding onto me. “I GIVE YOU RESPONSIBILITY AND YOU THROW IT IN MY FACE?”

“DAD! I just had–we just–it wasn’t as if we burned the house down!”


“NO! YOU DID SOMETHING JUST AS BAD!” I flung my arms out though not towards him, just in general. “You seriously are going to stand there and act like–damn it, did you even use a condom?! YOU HAD UNPROTECTED SEX?!” I shrieked as his face gave him away for the third time. “You even realize how irresponsible that is?!”

“I–was too embarrassed–to buy–a c-condom–“

I pressed my hands against my face to stop myself from shaking him by the shoulders. “IF YOU’RE NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO GET A CONDOM YOU’RE NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO BE HAVING SEX!”

“You’re mad at me for not using a condom, but not at the, ummm, sex?”

“I am UPSET that you had sex but no, I am NOT mad about that. YES I am FURIOUS that you had unprotected sex! So–damn–irresponsible! I trusted you, Calcifer, I trusted you not to do anything stupid and you go and do something stupid! If you’re going to give in to those urges AT LEAST DO IT RESPONSIBLY!”



“No. NO! I don’t want to hear it! Go to your room!”




He stared at me in absolute shock then ran out of the room. When I heard his door slam I sank down to my knees, exhausted and still pissed off how stupid my son had been. How stupid I had been. We had a few sex talks but maybe I hadn’t stressed enough the importance of being responsible. Maybe…

No. No! I had told him. He knew damn well to use condoms. The only reason he hadn’t was cause he was embarrassed. He made the stupid ass decision to–go in–without protection. Now Penny was pregnant. My son would become a father before finishing high school. And I’d make damn well sure he took responsibility post-unprotected sex since he hadn’t before.

A baby. A grandbaby. Damn it everything just got a ton more complicated.

The Danning Beginnings – Chapter Thirty-Eight


My sister was pregnant.


She… had done… that… a second time.

With the bastard.


“What are you doing here?” her voice barely penetrated my thoughts. “How did you even know where I resided?”

“You m–m-m-mean how d-d-did I know y-you l-lived only a f-f-few m-miles from m-me?” I somehow managed to get out.

Jay shrugged one shoulder. “Misha, you have finished bringing me some food. Thank you. Now please return to your crib and begin your nap.”

“Yeh.” Misha stuck his thumb in his mouth and toddled off. The bastard stood in the doorway and when our gazes met he flushed red then picked Misha up to go put him into bed, shutting the door behind them.

I took in a long, slow breath. “I th-thought you were g-g-getting rid of him.”

“Kiev is of high intelligence,” Jay said, tossing the cracker crumbs into the trashcan, wiping her hands carefully. “He is a valuable asset to the labs, and I have given him a temporary position as head of the labs in my–“

“C-condition?” I snapped and she stared, not used to hearing that tone in my voice towards her. “Wh-when?”

“I am due in June,” she replied, rubbing her back.

“Y-you… wh-what?” I hadn’t expected that. “Y-you’re…”

“Showing?” she growled. “Yes. I did not show at all with Misha, however this time I am having twins. My weight has been going up at an adequate rate for someone bearing twins though my stomach looks larger than it truly is.”

I easily did the math. “Y-you c-c-c… co… con…” I cleared my throat, “in S-September.”

“Yes. Shortly after your…” She trailed off, pressing her lips thin, “wedding.”


The anger left me. I sank down in a chair, putting my head in my hands, feeling rather weakened by all this. “I th-thought you didn’t w-want…”

“I did not use birth control or condoms.” I flinched at the language, especially from my sister. “Misha has proven to be a child one can be proud about. It seems my genes mingled with Kiev’s genes–“

My hand shot in the air, stopping her before she might go into more vulgar descriptions. “N-no, please. No. I g-get it.”

“What are you doing here?” She folded her arms, looking very bored.

For a second I couldn’t remember. Then, “Jacob. As m-my e-mails st-stated. He n-n-needs help. He’s h-having–odd–s-symptoms.” My original intention had been to flatter her incessantly but now I just couldn’t. “He n-needs help. Please.”

“Take him to your local doctor,” she said, turning her head away to face the wall. “I have no interest in helping him more than I already have.”

“H-he’s having p-pregnancy symptoms.”


It was as if a switch had been flipped. Her head swung back around, her eyes first large then very thin. “Excuse me? That is impossible.”

“He’s g-gained w-weight, has m-morning sickness…” I waved my hand through the air. “S-so on. He s-says it’s the s-same as when he w-was pregnant with C-Calcifer.” My eyes went to her stomach again, the small but noticeable bulge. “I’m s-surprised y-you’re taking a l-leave even wh-while p-pregnant.”

“I am merely taking a leave as head, I am still continuing my research and experiments,” my sister said, jaw muscles tensed. “I have found my pregnancy hormones make it more difficult to deal with stupid people.” Considering the fact she more or less bit the heads off of anyone when she wasn’t pregnant, I couldn’t fathom what she’d be like now. “I’ve decided the best course of action is to retire for the time being, as to not put more stress on my body and risking both my health and the health of the fetuses.”

“You d-d-d-d-didn’t want Misha!” I couldn’t help it. I tried not to, but was unable to stop.

Jay’s lips went even thinner. “I did not, at first. I had misconceptions of what babies would be like. I assumed they were all the same. Misha is developing at a pleasing rate and a willingness to learn, as opposed to gnawing on blocks and babbling nonsense.”

I could imagine Jacob’s reaction to that. He’d probably be resisting the urge to lash out. “And if th-the twins d-don’t sh-show the same d-development r-rate?”

Jay turned away, one shoulder rising and falling smoothly. “Kiev has a desire to raise children. I would not be adverse to children who are perhaps lacking what Misha has. As long as Kiev cares for them when they are in their… young stage. With the… crying.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what would happen if either of the twins (or both) had development issues. Mental health issues. I didn’t ask, since I realized I did not want to know her answer. “In any c-c-case, will you c-come and see J-Jacob?”

She sighed heavily. “I suppose I must, but you should begin preparing your annulment. He’s cheated on you. As I suspected he would.”


In the blink of an eye I jumped to my feet, arms tight against my sides, anger coming back at a rapid rate. “H-h-h-how d-d-d-d-d-d… d-d… d–d…” My face darkened and I stomped my foot in the same way Calcifer often did. “D-d–d-d–d–“

“Dare I?” she asked, looking back at me with a bland, smooth look. “It’s simple. He is most likely pregnant.”

I took in a sharp, painful breath. “Wh-what m-m-m-m-makes th-that–ch-cheat–he w-w-wouldn’t–he d-d-didn’t–you–“

Her fingers twitched a bit. “It would seem my experiment was successful, although I did not expect to discover such a thing. I had dreams a few years ago on possible ways to have the male body naturally get pregnant. I tested the initial changes on Jacob during his surgery, although that was merely to make sure I could put the organs and chemicals in correctly, as I never suspected he would have anal sex.”

“You u-u-u-used h-h-h-him?!”

“His contract states that any future experimentation involving the furthering possibilities of male pregnancy is permitted, if you do not recall.” She pushed back a minute wisp of hair back. “I knew it would be safe.”

“It’s g-g-given him s-s-sickness!”


She scoffed lightly. “No, his pregnancy is giving him sickness I would imagine.”

Suddenly it hit me. Pregnant? Jacob could possibly be… pregnant? I staggered back and sat back down, breathing heavily. Then back onto my feet I went. “Th-that–wh-why would you s-s-say he ch-cheated on m-me then?!”

“Because, in order to get pregnant he needs a male to ejaculate into his anal canal or rectum. Therefore, he has cheated on you.”

My brain felt as though it might implode. It took nearly a full minute before her words finally settled in my head. Oh. My. Watcher. I began chuckling, then laughing a bit insanely. My sister did not look at all amused. “H-he c-c-can get pregnant? He–he’s p-pregnant!”

“It would seem so. You may stay here, I can send Kiev to get your things.”

I covered my face, laughing even more. “N-no. No, th-there’s n-not–he’s n-not ch-cheating!”

“It is very obvious he–“

“N-no–J-Jay–I’ve–w-we’ve…!” I just laughed more and then wanted to cry. Pregnant. Jacob was pregnant. I was going to be a father again–a–a proper father. One there. One not bound by contract to stay away from. “W-Watcher!” Down into the chair I went once again, wheezing a bit. “A b-baby, w-we’re g-going to have a b-baby…? T-truly? You–he c-can get p-pregnant n-naturally?” I managed to focus on her face, terrified she might tell me now that it wasn’t true.

She slowly pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “He has cheated on you.”


“W-we’ve… d-done… we’ve… I–I…” I burned red. “I’ve d-d-done… th-that.”


“If you c-c-can–c-c-c-c-c-copulate–wh-why is it I c-can’t?” Jay just stared blankly at me. “W-we h-have… d-d-done… th-that. In th-the w-w-w-way… erm… uh… n-needed… for–for h-him to… y-yes.” I began picturing his face when I told him. He was going to be so happy! “It w-would seem w-we will need s-some of your h-help, at l-least access t-t-to your lab so I c-can keep examining h-him and make s-sure everything g-goes smoothly; I c-can do that, at least. He sh-should be g-giving b-birth in July at th-the very least, so you sh-shouldn’t be p-pregnant anymore s-so if y-you’re able to h-help with delivering–“

“Stop it!” she hissed. “Stop! You cannot have had sex with him!”

“I’m n-n-n-n-not asexual!” I snapped right back. “You kn-know p–perfectly w-well I am h-h-h-homosexual!”

“He forced you–“

“I–LOVE–HIM!” I panted rapidly as I glared at her and she continued to stare blankly. “I l-love him. I w-wanted to. D-do that. And I li-l-like it. And d-don’t you ever s-s-say he f-forced me. Ever.” I sucked in some air through my teeth. “If y-you don’t w-want to involve y-yourself, th-then don’t. J-just allow us access to your l-labs and the ma-machines needed. Wh-when it is t-time, we n-need to f-figure out s-someone to g-give him the C-section if y-you will not.” I got back up, legs trembling.

She remained silent so I headed to the door. Angry, exhausted, in pain, excited, afraid–too many emotions to deal with.

“Kaleb.” She spoke as I opened the door. “Wait a moment.”

“Th-there s-seems to be n-no need for me t-to–“


“I shall help you. If your child is due in July, then I will deliver the child,” she said, sounding quite strained. “You… love your–husband?”

I shut the door. “Y-yes.” She gave me a long look. “You c-care about the b-… Antonov?”

“He has a very high IQ, and has met most my expectations. He has initiative, which most the employees here lack, and has come to some brilliant solutions to many experiments… as well has a very excellent knack for doing research.” I waited a bit impatiently but she remained silent. After several seconds, “I suppose he also has rather enjoyable skills in the be–“

“NO!” I yelped quickly. “N-no, I–I g-get it, th-that’s fine. I don’t mean th-that.” I fidgeted then began messing with one of the buttons on my shirt. “I s-suppose we b-both have, er, preconceptions of o-one another th-that are proving to b-be… er… wrong.”

“Danevbie did not hurt you?” she inquired.

My face flamed red. “No. He–he d-didn’t. And he is D-Danning now. We b-both are. A mix of our l-last names, our p-previous last names.”

“Kaleb Danning.” Jay made a face as if she had tasted something vile. “I see.”

“He really c-could be pregnant?”

Jay raised her chin. “In theory, yes. It seems I got the functionality correct in my first attempt, which is good to know at least. Even though you… Are you quite certain there is a–possibility–you are the father?”

I wished so much I could use coarse language, that I could say it plainly and clearly. Instead I stammered so heavily it took several seconds to manage to talk properly and even then it was merely a squeaky, “Y-yes.” Inside, though, I imagined what I wanted to say. That I had–done that–in his–body.

She smoothed her skirt tight, her belly seeming even larger as she did that. Then she met my eyes once more, utter blankness in her face. “I see. I shall come over in a day or so to examine him, if you wish. If I get to the point where I am unable to move around well, then you may bring him into the labs and continue the examinations yourself. Kiev can help, if you wish, although I do not think he has very much knowledge in that area of medicine. Although, he is learning. To aid me in my labor.”


I tried not to make a face as I tried to avoid imagining my sister going through that. She had somehow delivered Misha herself, as far as I knew. Though twins might prove to be a bit more difficult. “Th-thank you f-for your h-help. I’ll l-let Jacob know you’ll b-be over soon.”

So much remained unsaid between us, but none of it seemed right to bring up at the moment. The harsh e-mail I sent the previous night… and all the pain she caused me. So much of our life had been spent together, and dependent on one another–I more dependent on her–then those years spent apart, when I lived on my own. I had always assumed I’d either die alone or go back to her, until it happened. Did Jay assume the thing? Of course. Neither of us could have ever suspected I’d fall in love and get married.

Now a baby on the way. One I will actually be able to help raise…!

I considered closing the space between us and hugging her but perhaps it was too soon… “S-see you s-soon.”

I left the labs–avoiding the bastard–and wound up sitting in the car for a very long time, just staring at Rosso Labs until I realized I was already late returning from my lunch hour, and I hadn’t even eaten.


I barely spoke back home that evening, just made a few noncommittal responses through dinner. The four of us watched some movie that the kids really wanted to watch. Jacob and I sat cuddled on the sofa while Cal and Penny were on the floor. The movie just went over my head; I couldn’t focus. I debated just telling Jacob now but it’d be better if we were in the privacy of our own room.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Cal and Penny headed to their rooms. Jacob finished up some laundry while I did the dishes. Ten minutes later the two of us were in our room. I threw off my work clothes and pulled on my pajamas before turning towards him. He stood in front of the mirror in his underwear, examining his waist. I began smiling, knowing how happy he would be.



“Yes?” He didn’t look away from the mirror.

I went over, standing behind him, looking in the mirror as well. I smiled more at our reflections. “I t-talked to my s-sister today. At–lunchtime.” I rubbed the back of my head, trying to figure out just which words to use. “Sh-she will b-be coming over s-sometime over th-the next f-few days to m-make sure her, er, assessment is c-correct.”

He whirled around. “She made an assessment? She knows what might be wrong?”

I couldn’t stop from grinning. “Sh-she says th-that it is p-possible you’re p-pregnant. More than p-possible; it’s v-very likely. Wh-when she did the surgery on you she did some other th-things to–mmmmph!”


He kissed me so hard that we both nearly fell onto the floor. After the initial surprise I put my arms around him, kissing happily back. After a moment our lips parted and he gazed down into my eyes, cheeks bright pink. “Really? Really?!”

I nodded. “Y-yes! She d-did some things and I g-guess whatever she did makes it s-so you can… your–stuff–can be fertilized or s-something, I’m not sure how sh-she did it but…”

He stepped back, hands clasped together, off in his own world and definitely not paying anymore attention to me. “You’re not joking? I could be pregnant? I–am pregnant? All the symptoms–I never thought I really could be pregnant. Oh my gosh. This is incredible. I–” Suddenly he stopped and studied me as if I might rain on his parade for some reason. He bit his bottom lip. “Are you all right with this?”

“W-what? Of c-course I am!” I put my arms back around his waist. “I w-wished I c-could have been p-part of Calcifer’s life. I’ve b-been very happy since my s-sister told you, I w-wanted to tell you the m-moment I got home but f-felt it might b-be better if I waited t-till they went to b-bed.”


He kissed me again, and again. This time we did fall but not till we stumbled back to the bed so I landed softly against the mattress with Jacob on top of me, legs moving so he straddled me. My… I… errr… well, I began to grow rather, er, excited. Jacob pressed down, rubbing gently with his–uh–excitement. Out of all the reactions, this wasn’t one I had considered!

Soon we were both naked and…




Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up. My body ached from the, um, workout earlier and I had quite a lot of dried sweat and–stuff–on me. After some time I figured out the reason I woke up was because of empty arms. I rolled over, figuring Jacob had just gone to the bathroom, when I heard sniffling. I shot out of bed quickly and hurried into the bathroom where Jacob crouched on the floor, eyes a bit puffy.

“Wh-wh-what’s wrong?!”

“I didn’t mean to wake you…”

I knelt down, anxious. “Wh-what happened? Are you all r-right?”

He began nodding, wiping his tears away. “Yes. Very. I’m fine. I’m just so happy. I’m so happy. I never thought this would happen. I gave up my–my previous dreams, and now I have–have all this! I’m–s-sorry, I’m fine.” He tried to wipe again but more tears just took their place.

I hugged him tightly, pressing my face into his neck. “I l-love you.”

“I love you too!” He hugged back, even tighter than I held him. “I love you so much. I gave up so long ago ever meeting anyone, ever getting married. Having a big family. I love Cal so much but–but–“

“I know, you w-want a big family.” My cheek nuzzled against his warm skin and the lingering scent of our earlier love……making… drifted through the air. “There’s n-nothing wrong with w-wanting m-more kids!”


“Oh Kaleb. I’m scared. I know that having a b-baby right after getting married might make things hard. I’m scared that…” He trailed off, unable to finish.

I sat back, looking deep into his eyes. “I… love… you.” I had said it very slowly, putting all my effort into not stammering. My knuckles ran along his jawline, just slightly brushing. “I kn-know it w-will be difficult, but I also kn-know you’re an amazing d-dad.”

His muscles tensed at that and I could feel his jaw clenching under my knuckles. Before I could even figure out what I had said wrong he whispered, “Do you really think I am?”

“Y–yes! You are!”

He sniffled loudly then bowed his head, another tear appearing. It rolled down his upper cheeks and onto my finger. I moved my hand to brush it away then slip my fingers under his chin, making him look back up. “I never felt like one.” His voice continued to be very quiet, very low, with a slight tremble. “I always felt like I failed Cal in some way or another. I–I never could give him a lot, and I was fighting with him so much.”

“He’s j-just a very strong-w-w-willed boy. St-stubborn. Thinks he’s r-right…” Then a thought entered my mind, startling me beyond measure. “Actually, he’s a b-bit like my sister in that m-matter only he’s m-more emotional about it instead of c-cold and c-calculating.”

Jacob looked as surprised as I felt, mouth opening and closing in silence. “Ah… ahhh…” he finally breathed out. “Holy shit.” Then he gave a laugh. “Imagine if he ever thought he had something in common with her, he’d flip out.”

“Got you l-l-laughing though.”

“Yeah…” He slid forward into my arms, settling in my lap as I sat on the floor, grateful for the bathroom rug since we were both still bare. “I guess I’m just afraid of losing this.”


“Of c-course. It’s only n-natural to be w-worried about th-that. It w-will take a lot of work, I th-think. Misha is th-the only baby I’ve ever t-taken care of and you kn-know how bad I am.”

“You’ll make a good father.” He twisted in my arms and kissed. “Amazing father, even.”

“N-not r-really–“

“You will be. I can tell.” His hands pressed against my chest and we kissed again, very slowly and sweetly. “I’ll never get tired of telling you I love you. Or feeling so lucky to have you.”

“You kn-know I’m the lucky one.”

“We can argue about this all night,” he chuckled then began placing the barest of kisses along my neck, making my entire body shiver. “We’ll never agree on who’s luckier, will we?” We kissed a few more times then slowly got up off the cold floor to head back to bed. We curled up together and I put one arm over his waist, my hand resting against his belly.

The Danning Beginnings – Chapter Thirty-Seven

Kay watched with a frown as I threw up into the toilet for the third time in four days, then he made concerned noises as I staggered to the sink to wash my face and brush my teeth. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” I mumbled, slumping. “Maybe I caught something…”

Maybe you’re pregnant, a voice in my head piped up. I closed my eyes, shaking my head back and forth at that thought. Because I could NOT be pregnant. I wasn’t a girl, I couldn’t just get pregnant. So I had to have caught something that just… Just what, gives you the symptoms of pregnancy? the voice sneered. Well… maybe. Yeah right.


“You n-n-need to see a d-doctor,” Kay said, rubbing my back. “P-please.”

“I don’t like them,” I grumbled, remembering all those times they couldn’t do a thing to help me. They would just find out I was the ‘monster’ from Sunset Valley and it’d be worse now with my sudden drop in age.

“M…maybe you c-could go see my sister…”

I looked up at him, eyes slightly narrowed. “I don’t think she’d appreciate that,” I said stiffly, trying to resist the urge to point out the fact she had not spoken one word since our marriage. Kiev had told us–well, told me that she had no interest in talking to Kay. So I knew she wouldn’t help me. “I’ll be fine.”

But I wasn’t fine. November turned into December and I kept having these strange symptoms. Pregnancy-esque symptoms. I counted on my fingers and easily figured out that the symptoms started just a couple weeks after Kay and I had had sex with me receiving. But it’s impossible!!

Was it really impossible? YES it has to be how could I get pregnant?! But, then why did I have these symptoms? Why did I have morning sickness and–and weight gain? It felt similar to when I carried Cal only worse. Second pregnancies are supposed to be easier so obviously you’re not pregnant, I told myself and felt determined to just… ignore the problem. Except Kay wouldn’t ignore it and neither would Cal. He soon realized I was throwing up daily and begged me to see the doctor.

“We moved here and did all this for your health,” he said with a worried scowl. “And you’re just throwing it away because you’re stubborn! Just fucking go see the–sorry, freaking go see a doctor!”

“You know the doctors never cared about me,” I said, hugging my stomach.

Cal stomped his foot. “We’re not in Sunset Valley anymore, we’re in Twinbrook. Or go to Kiev! He knows… doctor-y things. Doesn’t Kay know doctor-y things? Can’t he take a look at you?”

“He hasn’t got as much medical knowledge,” I whimpered. “He wants me to see his sister. I don’t want to.”


I figured Cal would be on my side so it definitely surprised me when he said, “Maybe you should then.” I gave him a look and he scowled. “Dad, you’re vomiting like, everyday. Something is obviously wrong. Maybe the surgery she did to you got messed up or something. You’ve had a lot put in and taken out of you.” My dirty mind went to the other day when both kids had been out so Kay had been willing to have sex, and he definitely put it in and took it out. A lot. I tried not to giggle though it wasn’t easy; I felt like a little kid with his dad instead of a dad with his kid.


Maybe I should just see her, I thought as Cal continued to glare at me. What do I have to lose? Besides hurting Kay if she refused to see me, or even talk to him about me and I didn’t want him hurt. But I also knew him seeing me like this hurt him so either way he’d be upset. I’d have to just… figure out the lesser of two evils really. Whichever one that is.

*Kay’s POV*

When Jacob told me he’d see my sister I hugged him tightly, feeling so relieved. I had been so worried about him, watching him seemingly grow sicker and sicker. I knew he’d want to be well for Christmas at the very least. So I e-mailed my sister, explaining that Jacob was very ill and we really needed her assistance. I received a reply within hours.

I am unable to attend to his needs, I am certain the local doctor will be able to provide aid. J.R.

I reread the few words multiple times before pushing back from the desk, rubbing my eyes. That… hadn’t been what… I expected. I knew she was angry and unhappy, but–she–but… Surely she would help if she understood the urgency? I knew she did not care for Jacob, but I had to try again.

Sister, Jacob is exceedingly unwell. He is vomiting almost every morning and showing other distressing signs. I am quite certain this is a side effect of what we have done. Perhaps a belated result of the surgery? I do not think the doctors would be able to help, they do not have the same ability or talent as you! K.R.

I nearly sent that then, flushing with a bit of happening, fixed my initials to the proper K.D.

Then I checked every half hour, waiting impatiently. No response by the time I got home. When Jacob pulled me into his arms for our usual routine when I got home I decided not to tell him I had messaged my sister and he didn’t ask. I, however, asked about his day and he looked down then said something about dinner being ready soon.

“Are you ok-kay?” I asked, trying as always to control my stutter and, also as always, being unable to.

“As well as can be expected,” Jacob said brightly. I raised my eyebrows at that, and he seemed a bit embarrassed. “It just seems rather silly.”


“Wh-what is it?” I put my hands on his waist and he gave a nervous squirm. “D-did something b-b-b-bad happ-pen?”

“No! Nothing bad.” He looked up at me with those beautiful amethyst eyes and I wanted to melt a bit, feeling like the luckiest person alive to have him as my… my husband. I still wasn’t really sure how I managed that. “As I said, just silly things.” When I didn’t respond he pulled away, going a bit red. “I’ve gained a bit more weight… and my bladder’s been giving me trouble all day.” He began chewing at his thumbnail, looking more and more anxious. “Kay–Kaleb–these–what I’m having are all signs of–of–something I can’t have. I don’t understand.”

“Wh-what d-d-do you think it m-might be?”

He looked down, going even redder. “Mmmhmhpnn.” He spoke into his hand and in such a low tone I had no clue what he said, not even to attempt to figure out what syllables he even used.

I pushed my glasses up and attempted a smile. “W-well, I’ve never heard of ‘mmmhmphnn’ but I c-c-could go l-look it up.”


He smiled, as I hoped he would. In fact, he began grinning as he pulled me in for a kiss which happened as Calcifer came out of his room–of course, he complained rather noisily at the sight of us kissing. Then a timer went off so Jacob hurried into the kitchen to attend to dinner before he could tell me exactly what had been on his mind.

Calcifer gave me an odd look then ran back into his bedroom. I felt rather disappointed by that but did my best to ignore it as I went to check my e-mails just in case. I felt pleased to see a response waiting–then more disappointment.

Kaleb, I am unable to attend to his needs. If he is that unwell then take him to the emergency room!

The words felt as stinging as a slap. Then I grew hot with annoyance and anger towards my sister. I rarely felt this way towards her. All the loneliness and sadness dissipated as frustration took over. I began typing out an e-mail without even considering what it sounded like.

I know perfectly well you hate him and probably me as well because we love each other but that is no reason to act like a spoiled child and hide when you’ve made a mess instead of trying to clean it!

Within a split-second of hitting the send button I regretted it and wished I could reach in and take the message back. Any possibility of reconciling with my sister had now been lost forever.


That night Jacob seemed displeased with having to strip down, a strange and ironic reversed parody. “I’ve gained a bit of weight…” he muttered when he saw me watching. Then he finally removed his pants. I couldn’t see any difference in his waistline.


“You l-l-l-look g-g-good.” I moved nearer to him and slid my fingers onto his waist, shaking a bit. I still felt a bit… strange about the… er… the… heh… the, um, physical things. Especially when I thought about his fantastic and incredible body compared to my… less than… desirable one. “You’re v-very… s-s-s…s…sexy.” Now it was my turn to blush, feeling very stupid for not even being able to say that word to my husband without feeling awkward! I was such a hopeless case.

Jacob turned a bit in my arms so he could lean backwards into them. “I’ve never been able to put on weight before. I–tried. As a teenager. I tried to, er, bulk up a little bit thinking that might help.” I wrapped my arms tighter around him. “Everyone at school made fun of me because I was so skinny…”

“Y-you… you d-don’t…”

He looked over his shoulder, smiling. “Oh, its all right now. I got over that a very long time ago. But I mean, that’s why it’s so strange to be gaining weight like this and… I don’t know, it’s just really weird.” He snuggled back against me, slumped down low so his head could be against my shoulder. His hair brushed gently against my chest, his hip bumped against my… err… my er… yes. Then I realized Jacob had been talking and I hadn’t been listening. “…pregnancy.”

I jerked back, startled. “W-w-w-what?”

“I said, everything I have points to pregnancy.” Jacob looked intense, his eyes locked on mine. “But that’s ridiculous. I can’t be. I–I can’t be. I know you said I still have a womb, but you have to alter the–the sperm.”

“Yes, of c-c-course.” I smiled, though felt a touch surprised he had even considered such a thing. “Th-there’s no w-way to g-get pregnant unl-less my sister c-crept into the h-house in the middle of the n-n-night and d-did surgery on y-you.”

Jacob blinked then began laughing, throwing his arms around me. “You’re right, it was stupid of me to even consider it! It’s just, the symptoms are all the same as when I was pregnant with Cal.”

“Th-then that further indic-cates it is p-probably something to d-do with the womb and wh-what we did to you.”

“Have you talked to–her–yet?” he asked innocently, not knowing what had happened. I tried to hide the pain from my voice, mentioning I had messaged her. Apparently I couldn’t hide it well enough because Jacob said, “She sent an angry reply?”


“Sh-she is… c-c-considering it,” I lied. Jacob scowled and slid away, folding his arms. My hand to to the back of my head, rubbing the spot I was surprised wasn’t bald yet. “Sh-she’s c-c-considering–she’s–I’ll t-try again t-t-tomorrow.” Perhaps if I apologized and tried more flattery? “L-let’s go to b-bed for now.”

He studied my face then grinned again, yanking me down into the covers, apparently feeling well enough to–to–… er, well… Yes.


Mr. Danning, I am afraid there is a problem here. I know things are strained between you and Doctor Jay, and I think she desires to change things though you and I both know that will not easy for her. I wish to give help for this. I do not want to break trust by telling you like this so please come to the office. Misha, Jay, and I live in the joining home. 383 Goodenough Street, East River Way. – Dr. K. Antonov.

Reading the address, I felt unbelievable pain seizing everything within me. East River Way. East River Way. As in eight miles outside of Twinbrook.

My sister lived and worked about ten miles away from me.

My computer swarmed in front of me, I felt blood rushing to my head. I grew very dizzy and had to take in several deep breaths, fighting off the tears. All this time… how much time? Even when the vampire…? She had–hours to go–and–no. No, that would be absolutely absurd. It had to be a recent move. Even so, even if it had been within the past few months, that felt like a complete betrayal.

“Um. Kay?”

I jerked upright, hoping I didn’t look as awful as I felt. “Y-yes C-C-C-…C-Calcifer?

“You a’right?” he asked, lips curling a bit, eyes very narrow.  “Were you crying? Did something bad happen? Is Dad okay?”

“He’s f-f-fine.” I rose to my feet and brushed the faint dampness from my cheeks. “I j-just–it’s n-nothing, really. C-can I help y-y-you?”

“I had, um, a question. A private one.” He shot a glance at the kitchen where Jacob was busy fixing breakfast. I indicated we move to his bedroom and he didn’t even argue. Once inside his bedroom he looked even more nervous. “If I had to–see a doctor, am I old enough to go on my own?”

I swallowed, the dizziness threatening to come back. Something’s wrong, Calcifer’s sick, he’s sick, something’s very wrong. “W-well, the l-laws here in T-Twinbrook st-state that by l-law you c-can see a d-d-doctor privately at age th-thirteen.”


“And if I go to a doctor, they won’t have to say what it’s about to Dad?”

OhWatcherhesverysick. “Th-that’s correct, it’s p-p-p-p-patient confid-dentiality.”

Calcifer smiled at that. “Oh. Oh good. What about payment? Will it go on Dad’s card? I mean, will he be informed?”

I wiped my sweaty palms off on my trousers. “You’re on m-my insurance p-plan already. It w-will show up that you h-had a visit, but w-w-will not tell me the n-nature of the v-visit.”

“Oh! Good!” He licked his lips and began rocking back and forth on his feet. “Now, how much will it be? I’ve been saving up my allowance for a couple weeks now. I can pay for it.”

OhWatcherOHWATCHER. “W-well, there’s v-very little co-p-pay, only a f-few simoleons.” Another swipe of my hands. “B-but I d-d-don’t think you sh-should hide th-things… f-from Jacob.”

And the storm returned to his face. “I don’t have to tell him anything, you just said! And don’t tell him I asked this–“

“P-please, I–I d-don’t want to lie,” I stammered, feeling acutely unhappy.


He stomped one foot. “Then don’t tell him! If he doesn’t ask, it’s not a lie!” He threw open his door and stood there, clearly wanting me to leave now. I sighed, knowing I couldn’t change his mind. I can’t deal with this right now. I left his room, knees buckling as soon as I reached the couch. So many things swirling around my head. I didn’t want to keep things hidden from Jacob; especially about Calcifer.

No decision had been made over breakfast, other than the fact I would be spending my lunch hour at… at my sister’s lab. Only a few miles away. I hoped my headache would fade a bit before then.


My headache still raged as I drove to East River Way. A small area with a few buildings–and then a little ways down the road, a large building. Rosso Labs, the sign declared. Rosso. Italian. Red. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly till my knuckles went white. I rather hoped Antonov had fibbed but…

I pulled into the small parking lot and went inside. A young woman sat at the half-circle desk. She opened her mouth to speak then her eyes flew wide open when she saw me. “Oh. May I help you?”

“I n-n-need to see Doctor…” Would she be going as Rosso? “I n-need to see the head.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but Dr. Rosso is unavailable,” she said, giving me another once over. “She will not be making any appointments for several months. If you wish for an appointment with Dr. Antonov, acting head, then I can try to arrange something for…” She flipped open a book. “Two weeks.”

“I’m Dr. R-Rosso’s b-brother,” I stuttered.

“I–I see. I–I’m sorry, Mr. Rosso, but… your sister is unavailable for a–a professional meeting, but I’m sure if you personally contact her…” She trailed off and the tone in her voice made it clear she doubted Jay would see me with a personal call.

“No need, Miss Alvarez.” We both looked over as the bastard walked into the entrance room, a nasty smug look on his face. Sort of. A bit. The bastard. “I will take Doctor Jay’s brother, thank you,” he said, spinning around and clacking off through a door. I followed, acting as if I belonged there. I should belong there, really. If Jay and I hadn’t ended up like this…

We went down a hall and through a door he had to unlock, which led us into what appeared to be a more house-like place than the labs. “Is m-m-m-my sister all r-r-right? The secret-tary said sh-she’s… er, unavailable f-for a few months?”


The bastard’s shoulders stiffened and I could see his ears turning vaguely red. “Ah, yes. Doctor Jay is taking a leave of absence.”

“My s-sister never t-takes a leave of absence,” I snapped, wondering what the hell happened. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right at all! “Wh-what did you do? D-did you d-do something?!” I grabbed his arm, completely disregarding the fact he was much taller, heavier, and stronger. When I turned him to face me his face had guilt written all over it. “YOU D-DID SOMETHING?!”

“Ah–brother of Doctor Jay–“


My accusations fell short when I saw Misha toddling into the hallway, clutching a fistful of crackers–crushing them, leaving a trail. He spotted me and frowned. The bastard went quickly to pick him up. “Misha, is time for being in crib.”

“Mama ung,” he said, sounding much older than he really was. He held up the crushed crackers. “Mama…” He frowned again, trying to figure out the right word. “Me ep Mama,” he said. “Me.” Then he looked at me again.

“Kiev, please allow Misha to bring me the crackers.” I heard my sister’s voice down the hall. “I am aware they will be inedible but it is important for him to learn to follow through with tasks.”

The bastard set Misha back down and Misha toddled off. I shoved past the bastard, not even moving him despite the fact I shoved hard. I just had concern for my sister. What the bastard did to her. He must have somehow hurt her. Or–brainwashed her? She’d never take a leave of absence!

“Sister!” I burst through the door and nearly fell. My jaw certainly fell.


My sister stared coolly at me as Misha dumped the crumbs in her hands that were cupped above her very obviously pregnant belly.


I hate doing this but it needs to be done; if you’ve been following my tumblr you will have seen me post things about how everything feels everywhere. I cannot focus on anything. I feel so jittery and buzzy, like I have had a lot of caffeine or something–or how I imagine it would feel as caffeine doesn’t affect me, so I don’t know really how it feels. I’ve tried to write. I jump from one legacy to another. A sentence here, a paragraph there. If I do write anything longer I delete it because it sounds awful to me.

I don’t know what is wrong. I feel like I am being pulled in a ton of directions right now while spinning on something going so fast I can’t stop. So I am going to take a short break to try and get things figured out. It shouldn’t be more than a week or two. I expect to be back after Christmas but there is a slim chance it will be closer to New Years.

There is also a slim chance I might cancel this story… I really don’t want to, I love gay science carrot SO MUCH!!! But I feel that with as little as I do update it, I don’t know if it will be something worth pushing myself to do. If that makes any sense. If I do cancel it I will at least finish Jacob’s story and just have it be a one shot type of thing.

I hate to say all this but I didn’t want to lie to you guys, and I didn’t want to pull the rug out from under you. I’ve gotten messages before saying how they don’t trust anything new from me because of me canceling so many things and I understand that completely, because I do. I get ambitious, I want to write things then they just fall flat. Please remember that me canceling a legacy is for good reason (minus Falling Colors)–because the story refuses to be written and reading a forced story would be like reading someone’s homework. Now, I can’t say for sure this will happen, only that it might.

Thank you for understanding and I understand for those who are tired of my constant flightiness and problems. I hope you guys have an amazing holiday and if there aren’t any holidays you celebrate this time of year then I hope you have an amazing December.


The Danning Beginnings – Chapter Thirty-Six

Coming back to Twinbrook after being in Sunlit Tides felt very odd. In the days we had been gone the leaves started to fall and the weather began getting a bit crisper, especially compared to the tropics. I shivered a bit when I stepped out of the cab even though it wasn’t really that cold.


“Dad!” Cal came out of the house, a big smile on his face. He ran over, hugging me tightly. “Welcome back, I missed you–look! I didn’t burn the house down. And no wild parties, I promise. Did all my homework–well most of it–and even helped Penny clean.”

“Wow! I’m so proud of you.” I gave him a tighter hug, feeling on cloud nine at him hugging me back but it didn’t last long. Soon he began wriggling and whining until I released him. “Love you. So good to see you again, I missed you too.”

“Hi Kay,” he said, not hugging him but giving him a smile.

“H-h-h-hey,” Kay stammered. His stammering had gone back to what it used to be pretty much the moment we got on the plane.

Penny emerged from the house, looking a bit shy for some reason. “Hello Mr. Dan–um. Danning,” she said, eyes going big. “Mr. and Mr. Danning, I almost forgot!”

“Hey Penny,” I said, giving her a hug. Calcifer watched us then turned away when we pulled apart. “Wow, it’s nice to be home. Hmm.” I looked at Kay then went over next to him. “Shall I carry you over the threshold?”

“Shit, Dad, don’t be so embarrassing!” And Cal was back to his normal self.

“Language,” I warned.

Kay put his hand on my wrist. “C-can I carry you?”

“Ahh–okay!” I blushed a bit and then laughed as he picked me up carefully. Cal groaned and ran back inside while Penny held open the door for us. Kay walked slowly, not straining too much. I remained still as we went, feeling very pleased with this. We went into the house and he set me down. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing. Cal made noises of disgust.


“W-welcome home,” Kay said, looking up into my eyes. I just smiled and bent my head to kiss him again.


So the house wasn’t 100% perfect. There were some messes and I could tell someone had been using the master bathroom. I mentally made a list of what I needed to do which consisted mostly of doing laundry. I didn’t need to worry about dinner since Penny had made a casserole that we heated up for dinner. We talked a bit about Sunlit Tides but mostly asked the kids questions about how they were doing with school and such. Cal seemed very fidgety about something but when I tried to press he grew sullen, snapping at me for trying to invade his privacy. Penny frowned at the tone of his voice but didn’t offer any insight as to what had happened.

“It’s s-s-so weird b-being back,” Kay said that night as I folded our now-clean clothes. “Feels like th-the past week has b-been a dream.” He leaned back on the bed, watching me.

“A wonderful dream,” I said and he blushed. “And now we start our new life together. As husbands…” I grinned at that word, swelling with pride. And another part of me swelling with excitement. Cal and Penny had gone to bed a while ago, since they had school in the morning. “I can finish these tomorrow.” I pushed aside the laundry basket and went to sit next to Kay. I leaned in, kissing at his neck.

He giggled. “We–w-we c-can’t, though. We’re n-n-not alone.”

I closed my eyes, focusing on one part of his neck while reaching up, stroking his belly. “We can be quiet.”

“Ahhhh…” He squirmed at my touch. “B-b-but we c-c-can’t.”


“Because of Cal and Penny?” I asked and felt him shrug. I sat upright, opening my eyes slowly, touching his chin. “What’s wrong, love?”

“N-nothing. I just d-d-don’t know if I c-can.” He drew his legs up, his face scrunched in unhappiness. “What if th-they hear? It w-w-would be embarrassing.”

I let my hand settle on his knee. “If you don’t want to, we won’t.” It was hard to say that because I really, really, really wanted to and hadn’t thought there’d be any problem coming back here. He had been so open in Sunlit Tides I just never expected it’d be different here. “But we can be very quiet.”

“Maybe… t-tomorrow… when they’re gone.” He didn’t even look at me.

I breathed in deeply and gave a nod. “That’s fine, it’s fine. Honest. I want you to be comfortable. I’ve said that before and it’s the same now.” I began kissing his neck again. “You don’t mind this though, do you?”

“N-n-n-no!” he squeaked.

I slid off the bed, kissing down his chest, pausing just below his bellybutton. “How about this?” I breathed out, pushing his legs apart a bit before giving him the most seductive look I could.

“Noooo!” He practically leapt back onto the bed. “I–w-w-well–that–I–“


“It’s fine,” I said, kneeling on the ground, giving him a smile again to try and reassure him. “We should get some rest anyway. We’ve got jet lag and all that.” I pushed myself up to my feet and began changing into my pajamas, glad he at least remained in the room and didn’t run off. Eventually he began changing as well, still in the room which was definitely a good sign.

We got into bed and he turned out the light. “G-g-g-goodnight… I’m s-s-sorry…”

I pulled him against me, snuggling up against his back. “Goodnight, Kay. It’s fine. Love you.”


In the morning it took me a while to get up. Not on honeymoon, I thought groggily as I pulled a robe on and headed into the kitchen to fix breakfast. Toast, eggs, bacon, OJ, coffee. Penny came in, followed by Kay, and eventually Cal who complained loudly about having to go to school. Maybe whatever’s wrong is something at school, I thought, blinking sleepily at my son as he shoved an entire piece of toast into his mouth. I’m sure he’ll talk abut it soon.

“Can I drive to school?” he asked hopefully.

“Y-yes,” Kay said then flinched. “If it’s okay w-with your dad…”

“It’s fine,” I promised so the three of them left once they finished eating and I cleaned up. I felt in a fog, very tired, very sleepy. But I began perking up as the minutes marched on at the realization Kay and I would have the day alone since we had both taken the day off from work, in case of a flight delay or something.


I brushed my hair, my teeth, and stripped down to boxers to wait for him. Soon his car pulled up in front of the house and he came in, stopping in his tracks  when he saw me waiting. Quickly he shut the door, his face blossoming with red. I went over, sliding my hands along his waist and kissing him. “Hey,” I said huskily. “We’re alone…”

His body shook in my arms and I knew then we wouldn’t be doing anything. “I sh-should… g-get a shower…”

“Can I help you?”

“Um. Uh, I–I—” He stared at me with pleading eyes.

I let go of him, stepping back, trying not to sigh. “S’all right. But if you get a shower now then we get dirty, you’ll need to get another shower,” I pointed out hopefully. He remained silent. “We won’t be getting dirty.”

“No, we… c-c-can… I–I will. I can.”

“Kay. I don’t want you to force yourself to have sex with me,” I said through gritted teeth. I hoped I didn’t sound too angry, I didn’t want to upset him. “That’s not what I want our relationship to be!”

Kay sniffled slightly and began twiddling his thumbs. “I w-w-want you to be happy and I f-feel like I’m f-failing you.”

“You’re not failing me,”  I promised as I reached to cup his face in one hand. “Do we really need to go over all this again? I’ll tell you as many times as I need to that your health and happiness is more important than a romp in the sheets, as nice as those romps with you are.” I pulled him closer so I could kiss the tip of his nose.


He shook his head, pulling free. “I d-d-don’t know wh-what’s wrong with me. I w-was fine the other night and n-n-now…”

I hugged him from behind. “The other night we were in Sunlit Tides. We’re back home now. It’s going to be different. Back here, all the worries and stress is back. It’ll take some time to get used to our life together here.” I hope it doesn’t take too long though, I added silently. Not for the sake of the romps but just to see him so happy and open again. Smiling, laughing, doing things like begging me to go across hot coals. Not stammering as much. Confident.

“I don’t d-d-d–“

“If you’re trying to say you don’t deserve me, I’ll have to punish you,” I said firmly.

“Puni–punish?” he asked, twisting in my arms.

“Mmm. I’ll have to give you a blow job.”

“Ahhh–ah–J-J-Jacob! Th-that’s not… that’s n-n-not a p-punishment!” he squeaked.

“You sure?” I drew out, cocking my head to one side and raising an eyebrow as I smirked at him. “Maybe sometime soon we can test it out. For… posterity.”

“P-posterity!” He laughed loudly, covering his mouth and shaking. “I l-love you.”


“Good. Because I don’t plan on getting rid of this shiny ring,” I said, pulling him back into my arms to kiss him. “How about a movie, then? Unless you still want to get a shower…?”

“A m-m-movie would be g-great.”


It took him some time to start relaxing again. A full week went by before he finally felt okay enough to do bedroom activities once more. We both had some time off while the kids were at school so we spent the time in bed. Like on our honeymoon he preferred to be on his back so he could wrap his arms and legs around me, and once we both came he just curled up against me, sweaty and naked.

“J-Jacob…” he moaned quietly, snuggling close.

“My Kay.” I closed my eyes, pressing my body against his. He lay on his back and I lay on my side so his hip pressed nicely against my crotch and I slid my higher leg across both of his legs. “How you feeling?”

He didn’t say anything for a full minute and then, “P-pretty good, I g-g-guess… I… really… d-do enjoy this.”

“I know you do,” I said, tracing my finger around his belly. “I never doubted that.”

He chuckled a bit then sucked in a deep breath. “Also, I w-was wondering…”



“If s-s-sometime… and f-f-feel free to s-s-s-say no.” He rolled onto his side now, facing me, his penis rubbing lightly against mine which sent happy shivers everywhere. “M-maybe… maybe…”

“Maybe?” I inquired. He buried his face into his pillow and mumbled something both incoherently quiet and muffled. “Love, I couldn’t understand what you said.”

He turned his head again but avoided looking into my eyes. Not only was his face red, but his ears, neck, and down onto his chest. “We c-c-c-could try o–other… p… p-p-p…”

“Positions?” I offered and he nodded. “Of course we can. What did you have in mind?”

“I w-was… w-w-wondering… if m-maybe I… c-c-could… t-try being… being… on… b-b-being… the one…” He stammered himself into silence and didn’t go on.

I translated what he did and didn’t say. “The top?” His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed then nodded furiously. “I’d love to try that.” I started to say I had sort of figured we would, but then decided not to mention it. “Whenever you feel all right doing that, just let me know.”

“I d-d-don’t–not—I’m n-not r-ready,” he said, eyes fixing on mine.

My hand moved from his belly to his cheek. “It’s fine. Whenever you are, just let me know.” I pressed my lips against his and rubbed a bit, getting harder, feeling him get harder. “And in the meantime…”


He giggled and rolled a bit, pulling me on top of him again to have another round of passionate sex.


September turned into October, and Twinbrook looked gorgeous as the leaves finished their fall look. Pumpkins began appearing everywhere, Halloween decorations started going up, and Cal talked excitedly about a costume dance one of his classmate was throwing that he had been invited to. He and Penny constantly went over possible costume ideas.

In the mean time, Kay slowly unwound again. His stammer didn’t go away as much as it had in Sunlit Tides but he did get a bit calmer. Not as open, but to a point where I didn’t worry about his nerves. And about a month after we got married we tried switching our positions. The night he told me he wanted, he did seem like a total nervous wreck.

“I w-want to, th-th-though,” he said when I reminded him we weren’t on some sort of time limit.

I let him take control which felt great. Again we were doing things during the day, when we usually had sex–when we both had time off and the kids were at school. Kay still wasn’t ready to try anything at night and I didn’t push him though I would have liked to not have to plan things around our work schedules so much.


Kay knelt over me after we were both naked and just looked at my body for a moment before bending down and kissing my lips then down my chest. I whimpered as his tongue made a path down towards my crotch and gasped when he stopped at the base. “Noo faiir!” I whined and he giggled, kissing at my base. “Ahhhh!”

Soon he worked his finger into me, his hand shaking quite a bit. He used one for a bit then added another, lubing and loosening me up. I tried not to move too much but my body jerked and spasmed with pleasure, growing more and more excited as I imagined him fully inside of me. I had no idea what it might feel like but if this was any indication…

He pulled his hand away and scooted between my legs. I adjusted my hot body so he could have better access, but to my despair he just sort of knelt there looking lost. “You–okay?” I panted.

“Yeah, I j-just… I…” He looked down at me. My ass was in his lap already and I could feel him against my cheeks. My body ached for more pleasure, needing to be touched or fucked or anything. “I don’t w-want to h-hurt you.”

“You wo-won’t,” I said, still panting heavily. Then I realized what I said. “I mean, you will–a bit. But it’s okay. You were okay after our first–first time?”

He nodded, placing a hand on my hip. His finger and palms burned into my skin. I moved, pressing against him, raising my legs up a bit to give him better, easier access. “I l-love you,” he said, shifting his weight and pushing against me.

“Love–you–tooooo!” I cried out as he awkwardly pushed in. He pushed in very suddenly, and rather forcefully. No easing in. Pain seared my body followed by even hotter ecstasy. They mingled together in a weird, frightening way.

“I’m sorry!” Kay yelped. “I d-d-didn’t mean to j-just shove in!”


“S’ok, s’ok, s’ok!” I could barely breathe. Speaking took more of an effort than I ever imagined it could. All of my being felt hyperaware of his cock inside of me, throbbing, filling me. His penis wasn’t quite as long as mine but it definitely was thicker and now, inside of me, it felt even thicker somehow.

His hands groped until they found mine and I clutched at them, eyes tightly shut, teeth biting down on my bottom lip to try to stop any screams as he began going farther into me. It felt like it would never end. Is this how he felt, with me in him? I couldn’t even imagine being with someone who had more length than this, and yet he kept going. It felt like I might be split into two. Soon the pain overrode the pleasure but I just bit harder. No screaming. I didn’t want to scare him and I didn’t want the neighbors to possibly hear.

Finally, after an eternity, I felt his balls. He had gone all the way in. It felt like he went clear through my entire body. I didn’t know how I could survive this or, if I managed, how I could ever walk again. My body pulsed with each throb as he knelt there. I gripped his hands tightly and soon tasted blood as I bit through my lip.

He pulled back a bit and it felt so weird… so, so, so weird. Then back in. I couldn’t stop the shriek. Kay said something I couldn’t comprehend very well but I shakily assured him I felt okay… because I slowly began to. The pain, which felt like the end of the world, lessened. The pleasure took over as he pulled out and pushed in. Yeah it still hurt but it felt better than it didn’t.


I realized why he liked holding onto me as I wrapped myself around him. I needed to, to hold onto something so I wouldn’t drown in the incredible pleasure. Soon he had a rhythm going though it didn’t last long. Only a few more pumps before he let out a squeaking sound. He tried to pull out a bit but hot liquid began filling me. My body reacted on its own, jerking closer to him, pulling him in more. He held my hands tightly, continuing the raspy, squeaky moans until he stopped.

Slowly he pulled out, pulling completely out of me. I felt dizzy at the feeling. Empty. I wanted him in me again. I wanted him to continue being part of me, I wanted his cock to fill me. I wanted him to fill me.

My body shuddered as he touched me, sliding his fingers around my penis to gently rub until I came. My hips bucked and I cried out as I squirted over his hand and myself. I settled back down, breathing heavily as Kay snuggled against me, whispering words of love. I still felt a bit dizzy and could only mumble a ‘love you’ back.

I lay in bliss for a long time as Kay drifted in and out of sleep. Soon we got out of bed to get a shower which felt like… unreal. I floated. I felt like I was floating. I hazily cleaned myself off and helped scrub off Kay’s back. Did he feel like this? I wondered, feeling happiness welling up within me. Do I make him feel like this? I wasn’t even sure how to describe how I felt to him, to see if he ever felt the same.

I changed the bed linen, putting the now-dirty sheets and blanket into the washer. Arms went around me. “You’ve b-b-been so quiet,” he said. “W-was… it… b-bad?”

I twisted to hug him back. “No, it felt wonderful–incredible–amazing–just–beyond words,” I said breathlessly. “No, honestly, it was so, so amazing. You felt amazing. I want to do it again sometime–er, if you want to,” I added, hoping desperately he did and relief flooded me as he nodded. “It’s very different, receiving, but it… wow.”

Kay blushed. “I enjo–enjoyed g-giving. And, um, r-receiving. Both are n-nice.”

“They are.” I kissed his neck. “Only with you though.” After a few more kisses I sighed. “I’m gonna finish making the bed and lay down because damn this hurts.”

“N-not too much?” he asked, brow wrinkling.


“No. I just don’t think I can walk really today,” I said with a smile. “How about pizza tonight? Good.” We kissed once more and I returned to the bedroom to finish putting new sheets on the bed then I collapsed down, hugging my pillow and reveling in the blissful pain.


Halloween came and went. Cal and Penny went to the party and had tons of fun, coming back with a sugar high. I knew Cal wanted to go trick-or-treating but felt way too old at fifteen for it, so I made sure to buy lots of extra candy to have some leftover. I hoped maybe when November started he would talk about the problem bothering him but he kept his mouth shut. Whatever his problem, it did cause friction. He randomly seemed secretive about things and blew up at the slightest hint of me ‘invading’ his privacy.

My relationship with Kay just seemed to get better and better. Near the end of October he finally felt okay enough to have sex at night. He buried his face into a pillow to stop from making too much noise and after that we began going at it pretty much every night, usually me in him but a couple time he would fill be me again which felt so good. I didn’t mind either position, really, I just enjoyed being with him.

As November began, so did some problems. I woke up early one morning feeling a bit under the weather. I trudged into the bathroom, clutching my stomach and on the verge of vomiting. After nothing happened I went to the kitchen to get some saltine crackers and just went back to bed, not feeling up to fixing breakfast for everyone. Of course Kay worried, feeling my forehead and telling me to call in sick. But by the time I needed to start getting ready for work I felt a lot better.


I assumed the problem was just a random occurrence but a couple days later I woke up feeling sick again and this time I did throw up. I still went to work though I felt utterly exhausted, falling into a nap pretty much the moment I got home. Over the next few days I continued to wake up sick (sometimes vomiting, sometimes not) and take naps after work.

 I figured it had to be something other than what kept crossing my mind since that was an impossibility. I tried changing my diet around but that did nothing except make me have to pee more for some reason. As November headed into December I felt completely confused. My morning sickness, fatigue, increased urination, slight weight gain, dislike of anything related to beans, increased appetite, and bloating all pointed to one thing.


But how the hell could I possibly be pregnant?

The Danning Beginnings – Chapter Thirty-Five

I woke up to a strange, lovely sensation and my eyes snapped opened wide when I realized: warm, damp lips pressing against my chest, paying very close attention to the areas around my nipples. “I could get used to this,” I murmured, putting my arms around Kay and basking in this feeling.

“Morning,” he said softly, nuzzling. After a couple more kisses he scootched up a bit higher so our lips could meet.

“How do you feel this morning?” I asked, stroking his cheek.

His eyelashes fluttered a bit. “S-sore.”

I chuckled a bit, reaching down to stroke along his hipbones. “That’s to be expected. Besides sore how are you?”


Kay turned a cute shade of pink. “Very g-g-good. Um. Very. G-g-good. I um… w-want… um…”

He didn’t continue the sentence but I could feel against my leg what he wanted. “Mmmm. I don’t know if we should, if you’re so sore. At least not right now. But. We could do other things,” I said and he gave me a questioning look. Taking in a deep, nervous breath I slid under the covers to show him what I meant. I had no idea really how to do this but I gave it all my all and it seemed he really enjoyed it by the shrieks he made. Once he came–most of it on my face–I exited the covers and saw the flushed, pleased look he now had. He panted a bit, not able to find words. Satisfied with how much satisfaction he obviously had gotten, I went to clean up in the bathroom and felt overwhelmingly happy that we had finally gotten over this hurdle.


That day we spent our time inside which really was best since Kay felt sore and had to use the bathroom often. He spent most his time on his stomach on the couch, his head in my lap. I stroked his hair as we watched movies. Occasionally I bent down to kiss at his temples. He smiled up at me and seemed very content, which made me very content.


That night we made love again. I hadn’t been sure if he’d want to but he told me he did. Nervously, but still. So he wrapped his arms and legs around me tightly as I went slowly, pushing in deeper than I had gone before. He whimpered and moan, body wriggling a bit as I went. I pulled out then thrust in again, this great pulsing feeling of ecstasy filling my body.

This time he came first and I did shortly after, continuing slow thrusts into him for a good while before finally pulling out. Kay curled up a bit, arms to his chest, body red from blushing. Silently I went into the bathroom to get a warm, damp cloth. “You feeling all right?” I asked as I began scrubbing him off.

“It hurts a b-b-bit,” he said, watching my arm move. “You d-don’t need to…”

“I know,” I said, kissing along his belly following the trail the washcloth made. “But I want to. Does it feel good?”

“Y… yes… a l-lot…” He stretched out his body out, back arching a bit. “W-want me to… to you…?”

“It’s fine,” I promised. “You just relax. Close your eyes. Enjoy the sensation.” I hurried back into the bathroom to get more warm water on the cloth then returned to wiping him down, the washing more like a massage than anything else. I got every part of his body–even the bits that didn’t need it, like his feet. Once done I tossed the cloth onto a pile of clothes and lay down next to Kay, stroking his arm lightly as he drifted into sleep.


“I love you,” I whispered to his sleeping form. I stayed awake for a good long while, just watching him sleep as I pondered how I could have gotten this lucky. I used to feel cursed, from my dating fails in my twenties. Now in my twenties again and I started over, immediately getting a wonderful love. It almost felt like someone just hit the ‘reset’ button… or no, like in the video games where you beat the game but start over only carrying over all the goodies one acquired in their first adventure, in this case Calcifer.

I touched Kay’s back and he stirred in his sleep before waking up. “Oh, sorry,” I whispered.

“S’ok.” He rolled over to face me. “Not sleepy?”

“I’ll get to sleep eventually,” I murmured.


“N-need to sp-spend more energy…?”

“What do–oh.” I grinned with realization. “You think you’re able to?”

With that he pulled me on top of him for a very happy answer.



Day five of the honeymoon we slept in pretty late then had brunch on the back patio, watching the waves crash against the sand. Beyond the fact sex had been a physical hurdle, it apparently had been a mental one too as Kay began opening up. He laughed more and stuttered less. We tossed the dishes into the sink and went for a walk along the beach, holding hands.

Suddenly I remembered something. From when I had woken up from my surgery. A dream… a beach… holding hands… and crying. I paused, staring at the ocean as I tried to focus this memory and when Kay shifted closer I did. “Whoa.”

“What’s w-wrong?” Kay asked.

“I… dreamed something like this before,” I said, turning to him. “During my surgery, or after–when I was still asleep. I remember jogging on a beach though it was in Sunset Valley. And someone showed up and held my hand and we were walking on the beach, just like this. I didn’t look to see who it was, I remember being afraid of looking because I felt if I looked they’d disappear.” I turned now to face the ocean again. Kay rested his head against my shoulder. “I remember crying, because I didn’t want the time to end. And whoever it was wiped away my tears and pulled me in for a kiss. My eyes were closed so I still didn’t see them.”

Kay nuzzled my arm a bit. “Was the k-kiss nice?”


“I don’t know. We never kissed. I woke up, and you were there since it was just after my surgery,” I said, putting an arm around his waist. “But I think the person–I didn’t think much of them at the time and maybe it is my imagination, or putting more into it than there had been but pretty sure the person was a guy, and that the guy was you.”

Kay looked up at me, brow raised. “Really?”

“Mmmm.” I reached down to take his hand again, linking my fingers with his. “This feels like the hand I held in the dream.”

“Why did you think things w-would end? In the dream?” Kay asked softly.

“I don’t know. How much medication did your sister pump into me?” I replied and he laughed. “Of course I had no idea you liked me. Or even that I liked you. Or that we’d ever be together. Or even that the person in the dream was you.”

“And we kissed?”

“No but…” I grinned and tipped his head up, my lips pressing firmly down against his. “I think that’s how it might have gone,” I said when we were done.

“Are you sure it was going t-to be like that?” Kay asked, eyes big now.

I shrugged. “Not sure, maybe we should try again.”


His arms wrapped around me and I dipped him back a bit, kissing my husband passionately.


We went to a big feast on the beach with dancers and fire twirlers and pretty girls in gorgeous native clothing. They got several tourists to come up and dance. They tried to get Kay up but he went bright red, burying his face into my shoulder, hand shaking a bit as he took hold of my wrist. I pat his leg and got up, pretending as if I had been the one they were asking. I fell over on stage at one point but still had a blast.


We biked back to the house and began kissing before we even got inside. “You looked s-so cool up on stage,” he murmured, hands on my hips, thumbs tracing circles on my hipbones in a way that sent electric shocks through my body. “It’s s-stupid I c-c-couldn’t go up…”

“Nono,” I whispered, nibbling his ear. “Nothing wrong with not liking to go up on stage like that… mmmm…” I began sucking at his earlobe, enjoying the feeling of his erection pressed against my leg. I moved my thigh to go between his legs a bit, rubbing against his cock. “Though you are super cute when you blush…”

He reacted how I wanted, with a heavy blush spreading across his face and down his neck. “Nooo s-stooopp!” he giggled as I sucked at his neck till he got a hickey. “Ahhh J-J-Jacob…” His hand slipped down the front of my pants, grasping me tightly. “D-don’t want to even g-go upstairs…”

I chuckled, grazing my teeth along his collarbone. “No?” He shook his head. “Let’s fuck down here, then.”

He squeaked at my base language but didn’t protest to me picking him up, hauling him over to the couch. I dropped him down and began undressing him, thinking of what to use for lube but couldn’t figure out what to use that would be safe. So I planted a kiss on Kay’s forehead and told him to get undressed while I fetched the lube. I hurried upstairs and stripped down as I returned down the stairs, finding Kay on the couch completely naked and looking completely gorgeous.


I set the lube aside and knelt on the couch next to him, kissing his ankle and going up his leg–being careful of the slight sunburns he had gotten. I got up to his outer thigh then went around to his inner thigh, licking carefully, watching his face to figure out how much pleasure he felt from this. Considering he looked ready to explode in more ways than one, I figured he was getting a lot. He made gasping squeaking sounds as I licked closer and closer till I put him in my mouth.

I didn’t need to work too hard to satisfy him but I gave it my all, going by his sounds and physical reactions to figure out what he liked best. Once he came I pulled back, swallowing what had been in my mouth then reaching for the lube so I could prepare myself.

Kay watched me carefully, chest heaving quickly from his heavy breathing. He adjusted his position so I could easily push into him, his arms and legs going around me almost immediately as if he couldn’t bear having sex without clinging to me–not that I minded. I kissed him as we rocked, the couch creaking beneath out bodies in rhythm to Kay’s moaning.


I felt his nails digging into my back, giving deep scrapes as our bodies met hard and quick, our pace increasing until I came. I held still as I spilled into him and once I finished I began moving again this time slower, kissing him once more as we continued very slowly and sweetly for a while until we both found a second release.

“L-love you,” he panted.

I pulled out and slid between him and the back of the couch, one leg around him, both arms around him. I pressed my face into the back of his neck. “Love you too,” I said, holding tightly. “I love you so much.”



The next day we decided as much as we wanted to just have delicious fun in our house, we should try to do some fun things. Which is how I found myself staring in horror as my supposedly genius husband willingly put his bare feet on burning hot coals. I pressed my hands against my mouth, biting into my nails, heart ready to explode as I watched him go across the strip of hell.

He reached the other end then turned, grinning from ear-to-ear. “C-come on, Jacob, your turn!” I shook my head and inched away from the coals. “It’s n-n-not that difficult. Mind over m-matter.”

“Not when the matter is fire,” I muttered causing some of the other spectators to laugh.

Kay came around so he could take hold of my hand. “You can d-do it. It’s r-really not that hard. My feet don’t hurt.” He lifted one leg to show me the bottom of his foot which had been blackened from the soot. “Imagine t-telling Calcifer that you w-walked across burning c-coals.”

“One parent walking across fire is enough of a story for him, thank you,” I said, glaring at the fire pit thingie that Kay had wanted to bad to try. A crazy decision, but his decision to make. And I refused to make the decision to willingly step on fire. Okay hot coals but it might as well be fire. I mean, BURNING COALS!! Who in their right mind would look at burning coals and think ‘mm yes I’ll put my foot on that’. Besides my husband whose intellect I began to suspect had disappeared. Maybe it was like the stories of women with magical abilities from the old days–once they had sex they lost their powers. Now that Kay had had sex he lost his bloody mind.


I felt lips on my jawline. “For me?” Kay asked.

“Oh no! That is not working on me!” I protested. “You can give me that big ol’ innocent look all you want but–but–those puppy dog eyes won’t–work–…won’t… OKAY FINE!” I kicked off my shoes as Kay clapped his hands and the others around cheered. “I’m going to burn to death and you’ll be a widower.”

“If you agree t-to do this, I’ll t-try surfing with you later,” Kay said.

I put my hands on my hips. “You already agreed to try surfing!” Kay just smiled. “Just be prepared to call the medical team.”


The woman in charge gave me the instructions and I took in a deep breath before going across the coals, expecting any second for pain to engulf my body but by the time I noticed the heat I already arrived at the other side. Kay ran over to me, giving me a big hug and telling me how proud he felt. I just grumbled as I got my sandals back on, reminding him this meant he had to try surfing even though I knew if we got there and he wanted to back out I wouldn’t push him.



To my surprise he did get on the surfboard. We took a beginner class at a surf station and both managed to stand up for short periods before falling into the water. Then we went out at different times so we could get pictures of one another to add to our growing collection. By this point, our honeymoon photo album would take up three or four books!

And as our honeymoon began to come to a close we continued taking loads of picture and tried to spend plenty of time outside our house. Though we spent plenty of time in our bedroom–in bed, or the hot tub, or the shower… mostly the bed. Usually the same position as Kay seemed a bit frightened to try any other way. On his back, arms and legs around me. Maybe it made him feel better and that didn’t bother me in the least. His happiness, without doubt, topped my list of priorities for sex.

I called Cal multiple times a day to make sure he and Penny were doing well. He promised things were going smoothly, nothing had happened, everything was fine. I believed him for the most part but at one point he had a tone in his voice that worried me. I asked him again but he swore up and down everything was fine.


On the final night of our honeymoon Kay and I went to an expensive dinner before returning to the house and sitting on the beach, watching the moon over the ocean. Eight nights of pure bliss. Eight wonderful, perfect, amazing nights.

“Worried about going home?” I asked.

“A l-little bit,” he said. “I d-d-don’t want to go back to work.” He sighed and scooped up a bit of sand, watching it fall back through his fingers. “I just want to spend every m-moment with you…”

“I do too,” I said. “Unfortunately we can’t. But we won’t be on the awful schedule we were before the wedding. I can go back to normal hours, you don’t need to work extra. It will be nice.”

“Won’t be able to–d-d-d-do as m-much… y’know… w-with Cal and P-Penny there,” Kay stammered.


I grinned, turning to face him. “Why Kay, are you saying you’ll miss being able to do this whenever we want?” I put my hand on his inner thigh and slid it upwards, pushing up the leg of his swimming trunks. Kay blushed and gave a nervous giggle. “Mmm, I’ll miss this too.” My hand went up into the trunks and finding his cock. Kay fell back into the sand, squirming and moaning softly as I jerked him off. After he ejaculated I pulled him into the warm water to clean off.

We kissed for a while, standing chest-deep at the height of the waves, the moon shining above us. I would really miss this. It felt strange knowing tomorrow we would be boarding the plane and going back to Twinbrook. Back to working part time at the grocery store and being a househusband the rest of the time.

Though, mmmm, that sounded nice. Househusband. I would love that. And maybe I could be that one day. Depending on the financial situation which I still wasn’t completely sure about. But that wouldn’t be anytime soon anyway.


We left the water and headed back to our house to have one more night of passionate, honeymoon sex.

The Danning Beginnings – Chapter Thirty-Four

Author’s note: In case you didn’t see my previous note, I am changing a bit the way I do things. There will be fewer pictures in the chapters so I will have an easier time in updating and be able to get chapters out regularly. I hope you guys continue to enjoy the Dannings! Also this chapter has a lot of sexual content. The sex scenes will be a bit more detailed than I previously thought… but I enjoyed writing it and thought I might as well keep it in because this is a mature legacy so there you go. If you don’t want to read about the sex then stop reading after the massages.


Even though our night consisted of talking in the hot tub then snuggling up before sleep, I woke up feeling extremely happy. I held Kay’s body against mine, reveling in the warmth and feel of having him there. I didn’t want to ever stop having this joy of waking up with him in my arms.

After about ten minutes of me being awake, Kay finally awoke too. He rolled over and sleepily nuzzled into me, mumbling something that sorta sounded like a ‘good morning’. I kissed the top of his head. “Good morning to you too.”

He lifted his face, giving me a dazed smile. “L-let’s jut stay like th-this for a while?”

“Mmm, I like that idea.”

So we stayed in bed for a good long while, leaving only to use the restroom and then when I went to fix breakfast. I brought it up and we ate it in bed, listening to the waves and the seagulls.


Finally we did emerge properly, going out onto the balcony to snuggle and canoodle on the love seat.

We spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon in the waves. Then we biked around the islands for some sightseeing, had dinner at an incredibly beautiful restaurant, and then returned back to the house for the night. I decided not to ask Kay what he wanted to do. I just stripped down to nothing and got in the hot tub, figuring if he wanted to join me he could. I was quite pleased when he did though he wore his swimming shorts.

“There’s a little sauna area in the basement,” I said after he settled into my arms. “With the massage table. I was thinking maybe tomorrow I could pick up a book about massaging and… give it a try?” I ran my hand firmly across his shoulders towards me and then back again, sliding up around his far shoulder so I could go down onto his chest, leaving my fingers resting lightly against his nipple.


“Mm, th-that sounds nice,” he murmured then he leaned against me so he could kiss my chin. I soon moved my head so we were kissing each other and then he rolled over against me, arms around me, kissing even harder.

I tried not to shift positions but I couldn’t help it, his bare belly pressed down against my cock and I was getting very horny from this. I pulled him up higher against me and then squeezed his legs between mine, trying not to push up against him. But as our kisses grew firmer I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my hips just a bit, rubbing my erection against his, though his remained behind cloth. Kay gave a light moan in my mouth then pulled suddenly away, beet red.

“I’m sorry,” I panted as he knelt between my legs, looking rather panicked. “I–I’m sorry, I–“

“S’all r-r-right,” he squeaked out, biting his bottom lip. Then he slid forward and began kissing me again, very hesitantly laying back down against my body. I squeezed my legs around his again but this time did not move my hips… only soon Kay began moving his, rubbing against me. I bit down lightly at his lip then just began panting as he began moving a bit faster. His head lolled away from mine, pressing into my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, jerking my hips in rhythm with his. We moved even faster, grinding hard against one another in a satisfying manner. Not quite what I had hoped for, but it felt so damn good especially since he sorta initiated it. Just when I felt on the verge of cumming, he gave a shudder and cried out. I could feel him through the cloth going limp as he ejaculated.

He gave a few ragged, heavy gasps of air and then pressed into me fully, shaking a bit. “You all right?” I whispered, trying to ignore my own aching need.

“I…” He then said something but as his mouth was against my shoulder I couldn’t quite make it out. Eventually he raised his head a bit, turning so his cheek now rested against my shoulder. “I w-w-w-wasn’t expecting th-that.”

“Did you like it…?”


He breathed slowly as the seconds ticked by, eyes closed, but he finally nodded. “Y-yes.”

“Do you want to do more?”

Now his eyes opened and he stared up at me. I waited an eternity for his answer which turned out to be… “N-not right now… b-but… yes… I th-think I’d like to d-d-d-do more… soon…”

I kissed his forehead. “All right, sounds good to me.” I then nearly excused myself to go to the bathroom, to finish taking care of my boner, but then figured why should I hide? “Do you mind if I, uh…” I cleared my throat. “Uh, finish the job on my end of things?”

He looked rather puzzled then flushed red. “I could d-d-do that for you… if you w-want…” After I gave the go ahead he reached into the water and began awkwardly stroking me, rubbing his thumb along my tip and squeezing gently until I felt that intense, pleasurable release. Then we snuggled close for a while in a dozy state of happiness until we decided we were too sleepy to stay in the tub and it was time to drain the dirty water out and snuggle in bed instead.



“…is fine, Dad, I promise. We haven’t been using the stove or oven, we just have sandwiches or microwaved meals. Yes, I’m making sure to lock the house up whenever we go out. Huh? Kiev’s visited a lot. More than he needs to. Dad, Penny and I are old enough to take care of ourselves. He made us food though, last night. Um. Knish I think it’s called? And schcik… shckc… shch… uh some sort of cabbage soup. STOP LAUGHING! It was all right. I liked the knish better. Look, I need to go. I have a lot of homework to do. I’m glad you’re having a good time, Dad. Tell Kay I said hello. Love you Dad.”

I hung up the phone with a heavy sigh. Kay wrapped his arms around me, inquiring how the kids were doing and I repeated most of what Cal had told me. I knew they were both doing well but of course I couldn’t help but worry about Cal being on his own, especially for seven more days.

“He’s a g-good kid, and P-P-Penny has a good head on her sh-shoulder,” Kay reminded me as he nuzzled into the back of my neck. “Why don’t we g-go downstairs and t-try out the book and… and…”

“Oils?” I offered, turning and grinning as he turned red. We had gone shopping buying souvenirs as well a book on massaging and a few massaging oils, to take advantage of the table in the basement of the house.  I felt giddy as Kay and I descended down the steps. There was a table for massaging against one wall and a sauna type thing against the other wall.

I opened the book as Kay removed his clothes. I noticed that while he went a bit slow he seemed more comfortable with removing his clothes in front of me. He continued until he stood in his tightie-whities. I set the book aside and went to him, giving his neck a kiss. “Or we could make out,” I suggested and he gave a nervous giggle putting his arms around my neck. We fell back against the table, kissing for quite a while until he gave me a gentle push back.

“L-let’s try the massage tech-techniques out…”

“Oookay.” I picked up a bottle of oil but then raised an eyebrow as Kay suggested I take off most my clothes ‘in case’. In case of what? I didn’t ask, and didn’t care. Off went my shirt, shoes, and pants so I had nothing but my own undies on. As Kay stretched out on the table I drizzled a bit of the oil onto my hands.


I began massaging his back slowly, carefully. I stayed pretty much around the middle of his back for a while then moved to his shoulders. He let out delicious sounding moans as I worked which only seemed to grow as I moved my hands down to right above his butt cheeks. I got his legs and his arms as well before we decided to switch places.


The massage felt amazing. Not professional but definitely made better by the fact it was Kay rubbing his hands on me. He placed light kisses along my shoulder blades and even slid his fingers in the waistband of my boxers, running along just above my cheeks. I was definitely aroused by all this and when I glanced sideways I knew he felt the same.

We spent an hour and a half being touched by one another through massaging and once he finished with giving me mine, I tried to quell the need for more. Instead of waiting for him to come up with something to do I stretched and suggested we get dressed and go for a walk along the beach. To my surprise he suggested we go upstairs to the bedroom. I paused in mid-stretch, staring at him with a slightly open mouth.

“All right,” I finally said and followed him up the stairs with our clothes remaining down in the basement. We reached the bed and he sort of hovered there, looking exceedingly anxious. Then carefully he began pushing down his undies. I sucked in some air and watched, remaining very quiet in case I spooked him or something. He climbed out of his underpants and stood there, arms across his belly, body radiating embarrassment, looking like he wanted to run off.

I focused on his face as I stepped towards him. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered, placing my fingers along his cheeks.

Kay smiled a bit then glanced away. “I… I think.. I’m r-ready…”

“Are you sure?” I asked, trying not to beam happily at those words but I did grin pretty widely. Kay nodded and began tugging at my boxers. “Ah–ohhh–okay. Uh.”

“If you w-w-want, of c-course.”

“Oh. I want.” I gave a groan as he pushed my boxers down. “I want you very much, Kay.”


We kissed slowly, our lips meeting and parting intermittently. I skimmed my fingers across his back and down around his waist then sweeping up to his nipples. He squeaked at the touch then leaned into me. Our bare cocks touched and it felt like a fire sparked, consuming me with passion.

“W-wait,” he said, pulling back and I felt like all the air was being let out of me. I wanted to collapse in frustration. “You… h-have… um… w-well, do we need…?” He looked at me quizzically. “I’ve never–never–done anyth-thing… and… do we need… c-cond…” He trailed off, unable to finish the word.

“I’m clean,” I said honestly, the moment of frustration fading away. “I guess it’s up to you. I did bring some, in case you wanted to use one.”

He chewed at his bottom lip then shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed and scooting back until he sat near the pillows. “Wh-what about… um… it… we shouldn’t… f-from what I understand about–th-this type of…” He paused and pulled his knees up awkwardly. “We shouldn’t… just… go… w-without…”

I translated his hesitant speech and figured out what he meant. I moved to the wardrobe, pulling a drawer open and holding up a small bottle. “Lube?” I asked and he whimpered, though more out of surprise than anything else. “We don’t need to do this, Kaleb…”

“I w-want to have s-s-sex. I do. I’m just… scared.” He lay down on his back, knees together a bit as he stared up as I sat down next to him. “You’ll… b-be…?”

“I’ll be gentle, and slow.” Carefully he parted his legs and I moved between them. “At any point if you want me to stop, I will. Just tell me.”

“I w-will,” he promised in a hoarse whisper. I lubed myself up then began adjusting his legs a bit, starting to worry about this myself. I had only had sex one way in my life before and it sure didn’t involve this entrance to the body. Please don’t let him be hurt, please let this go well, I thought as I carefully probed him with a finger to get some of the lube in him. He gave a loud gasp and his muscles tightened. I swallowed and kept pushing carefully.

Once I felt he would be as okay as he could be I scooted closer, pressing against him. “I love you,” I said, trying not to shake. I had a strong erection and knew I wouldn’t last long once I entered him.

“L-l-love you,” he said. “I w-want to, I want to.”


He cried out in pain and I felt that white-hot pleasure getting ready to burst. I concentrated on his face as I stayed still, letting him get used to the–the feel. I wondered vaguely what it felt like, and rather hoped to one day very soon find out.

That thought made me come almost instantly and I bit down on my bottom lip hard, leaking a bit into him. After a moment I began moving into him, watching his face. He had his head turned, his fingers digging into the sheets. “You all right?” I asked and he gave a quick nod. “Okay. I’m going to go in a bit more.” He whimpered loudly, nodding to acknowledge my words.

We spent a total of two minutes having sexual intercourse. One and a half minutes had been spent with the first inch of my penis in him not doing anything. Once I started pushing in a bit more the ecstasy started becoming too much for me to contain and the first time I pulled back a bit to push in more I came, crying out his name as I did.

I slumped forward, trying to find my breath in this dizzy wave of pleasure. I wasn’t sure if I should pull out or not but he reached down to take my hands, telling me to continue for another minute. I did this slowly and used my other hand to gently squeeze him until he had his moment of release. His entire body shook as he did and then he went completely limp, limbs and all.

I pulled out and then lay down next to him, arms tight around his body. He breathed heavily not reacting to my hug at first but finally sliding closer to me. A dozen things went through my head to say then figured there was only one thing to say.

“I love you,” I whispered, holding him closer.

He gave a very quiet, happy sigh. “I love you t-too.”

We both drifted off to sleep, naked, cum-splattered, and barely any sweat on us from our first time lovemaking–and what a perfect time it had been. I couldn’t ever have dreamed up a better person to be my partner than Kay.

Whoa. Possible idea? Please read~

I’ve been wanting to get back to Dannings. But then I think “ugh pictures.” and don’t. I’ve been focusing mostly on Danevbies and PB, and it’s been great only dealing with the two. But I miss Shadows and miss Dannings.

I even considered giving up Dannings, or ending it in gen one so it’s be a story. I really considered it despite my love for gen two.

Then a thought struck me.

What if I don’t get many pictures? I know a sim story/legacy relies heavily on pictures… but what do you guys think? Like, maybe a picture for every 500ish words or so? If the chapter is 3000 words long that’d be six pictures. Like, would you guys be okay with that? Sometimes there might be more pictures depending on the scene or if I feel like it.

But seriously, I want feedback on it. Even though I will probably do it… I want to hear from you guys about if you would mind or not. Because I want to continue this so bad and picture taking is really the biggest obstacle in doing these legacies, I don’t think I want to completely take out picture taking, especially since gen two is so cute -w-

So, what do you guys think about this compromise? I’m kinda excited about it. I mean if I do this I could easily get multiple chapters ready ahead of time. Like, I would not mind going into game and getting say, twenty or so pictures for three chapters in one go and update throughout the week.

And for those who really, really want pictures, would this really turn you off a lot? :\ I want my readers to be happy but I don’t think anyone is happy right now–especially me–with Dannings not being updated.

Thanks for the input guys. It means a lot! ❤


The Danning Beginnings – Chapter Thirty-Three

Sunlit Tides was prettier than I could ever imagine. I was staring out the plane window as soon as the island was in sight and I had the feeling I’d have to buy more rolls of film because holy cow this place was gorgeous.

I hadn’t really been expecting a honeymoon but Kay had really wanted to take me on one. Calcifer had packed my suitcases for me so I wouldn’t have any clue where we were going. We had a night flight the night of our wedding, leaving Cal and Penny home alone which was nerve-wracking enough, though Kiev promised to check in daily and I’d probably call a bazillion times.


“Sunlit Tides,” I breathed out when we stepped out of the taxi in front of the rented house we’d be staying in for the nine days. “Oh Kay this is amazing.”

“I w-w-was hoping you’d like it,” he said, squeezing my hand. I pulled him close and kissed him. “Let’s g-go see!”

We went inside and explored the little place which was beautiful. There wasn’t a ton to it but it did include an indoor hot tub, plus it was right on the beach. I had gotten very little sleep on the plane ride but I was wide awake now. I kept dragging Kay all over the small house and going, “Look at this!” to everything.

After I called Calcifer to make sure everything was going well, we got the suitcases into the bedroom with was on the second floor. The hot tub was in the bedroom, right up against the back of the bed. It was all very sexy and romantic. Sexy, I thought. I was gonna have sex. At some point today, probably not now since Kay looked ready to drop.


“You wanna take a nap?” I asked.

“Th-that’d be nice,” he said with a yawn. “You w-want to, too?”

“We can snuggle up together,” I said, reaching out to touch his hair, enjoying the light blush that spread across his cheeks. “Husband,” I added with a kiss.

“Husband,” he replied with a nod. “I d-don’t want to ever be tired of saying th-that wonderful word.”

“Me either.”


We kissed again, and once more before kicking off our shoes and climbing into the big bed. We didn’t bother with changing clothes, and as soon as my arms went around Kay he fell asleep. I stayed up for a while long just holding and watching him before finally drifting into sleep as well.



I woke up to a warm breeze floating through the open window, the sound of the waves crashing outside, the smell of the sea air… and to Kay snuggled close in my arms. Pretty much one of the most incredible ways to wake up. I held him for a bit, just watching him sleep. Finally though I carefully wiggled my way free to go get some food since I was staving.

My nap had lasted about two and a half hours. I was still a bit tired but that was fine, it just meant being able to sleep at some point that night. We had a long way between then and now. A lot of time for… things…


I began unpacking the food we brought. Canned stuff, dry goods. Nothing needing the fridge. We’d buy that here. Money, I thought as I frowned at a can of tuna. Kay had paid for almost everything for the wedding, except my suit which I bought. Kay was paying for this honeymoon. He paid most the bills, and bought our food, most our clothes… and apparently a house.

Money had only been important to me for one reason: providing for a family. Other than that I never cared about it, or was interested in it. But now I was really curious about Kay. Being able to afford all this on a research assistant job? Either he had a lot of money tucked away somewhere or he was acclimating a lot of debt.


I went to the bottom of the staircase. “Down here,” I called out. “I’m putting the food away and then going to make a sandwich. Do you want something?”

He popped his head over the railing and gave me a sleepy nod. “Y-yes please.”


I returned to the kitchenette area and finished putting the food away before making two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I grabbed two warmish pops, a bag of chips, and then plopped down on the sofa just as Kay came downstairs in clothes different from earlier.

“Shorts,” I said, eyeing his legs in surprise.


He began blushing hard and backing up. “I’ll g-go change–“

“No! No, sorry! I didn’t mean it in a bad way!” I said quickly. “I was surprised, that’s all. You have nice legs. Bring them over here.” I patted the sofa next to me and slowly he came over, sitting down. “You look good in shorts,” I promised with a kiss, deciding to change in a bit.

We turned on the TV and found a nice movie to watch while we ate and discussed our plans for today. We both wanted to go to the beach, and also do a little bit of grocery shopping. The Big Question was not asked though I ached to ask him about it. The subject of sex was still not brought up by the time we left the house, though.


“I think w-we should r-rent some bikes,” he said, realizing we had no way of getting around the place.

I reached over and took his hand. “Then let’s go find a bike rental shop.”

Renting two bikes for eight days was pricey. I tried to protest to Kay but he shook his head and gave the shop the money. “We need to get a-around the island and w-w-walking would t-take too long,” he pointed out.

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It had been a while since I rode a bicycle but really that stupid saying was right. Soon as I got on, after a small wobble, I was sailing down the roads with Kay at my side. I laughed as we went enjoying this feeling immensely. It felt like I was on top of the world! It felt unreal. Incredibly unreal. Biking through a tropical island with my husband. I glanced down at the wedding band on my left finger. It felt so right there, so perfect. Which was probably because it was supposed to be there. I don’t mean that in the sense of ‘that’s where wedding bands go’ but in the sense of ‘my hand was made for a wedding band for Kay’.

The grocery store was small but well-stocked. And a bit price-y for tourists, but we had figured that. We bought the fridge food as well as a map before biking back home. It’d be getting dark soonish, but there was plenty of light still out. Kay suggested we go to the beach, and I laughed since the beach was pretty much our backyard.

We got changed into our swimming trunks which was an interesting ordeal. Kay just stood there clutching his and staring down at them for a good five minutes before I suggested he use the bathroom. Looking a bit unwary he stepped into the bathroom, face flushed in an uncomfortable way when he stepped back out.


“I probably sh-shouldn’t… I n-n-need to… I…”


I kissed him, pulling him against me, letting my hand slide around his bare waist and onto his back. “I love you,” I murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

He pressed against me briefly before pulling away. “L-let’s go,” he said, taking hold of my hand and leading me out of the house. We went outside where we slathered each other with sunscreen. He gave a slight, barely audible moan when I slid my fingers into the inside of the top of his trunks, running my fingers around.

“It can burn there, too,” I whispered.

He blushed and then carefully slid his fingers into the tops of my trunks, mimicking my movements. Only slower. My moan was a lot louder than his and I wanted to take him right there and then. I bent in and kissed him hard. He pulled his arms up, wrapping them around me, kissing back.


We both gave muffled noises of surprise when we fell back into the sand but kept kissing, mine getting more and more fervent with each one. I rested my hands on his waist, resisting the urge to push his trunks down.


Resisting the urge to put my hand in. Because we were–

“Oh Watcher!” I pulled back, blushing hard as I looked around. There was nobody in sight.

Kay propped himself up, looking confused. “What hap-happened?”

I shook my head. “Nothing,” I said. “Just… realized we shouldn’t be doing this in a public spot.” Now he was looking around, relief crossing his face when he noticed we were indeed alone. “Sorry. I…”


“No, it’s f-fine,” he promised and he got up, offering a hand to me. “L-let’s go swim and th-then later we c-can… c-c-c… c-c… c… continue.”


He didn’t sound so sure of it, and I wasn’t sure either but I trotted out into the water with him. We swam and splashed, laughing and having quite a bit of fun. It was nice seeing him grinning so much, his eyes crinkling at the corners. We held each other and kissed in the ocean quite a bit too, and finally got out when the sun started to set.

After another phone call back home (“Dad everything is fine!”) we had a dinner of mac and cheese with tuna, eating it out on the deck, enjoying the colors playing on the waves. I got out my camera and took several pictures–of the ocean, of the house, and most of all of Kay who blushed and held up his hands, squeaking that he wasn’t a very good subject.

“You’re the best subject to me,” I whispered, kissing him behind the ear.

We went back inside and both got quick, separate showers to rinse the salt water off our bodies. Then since I was the second one to get a shower I emerged from the bathroom completely naked. “Wanna get in the hot tub?” I asked, trying to sound seductive.


Kay just stared openly at my bare body for several more seconds before he looked away, flushing red. “I–I–I… y-yes?”

“Only if you want to,” I said but he was already by the hot tub, reading the instructions. It didn’t take him long to figure out how to get it working and soon I was slipping into the warm, bubbling water. Still naked, of course. Kay was wearing sweatpants, standing over the hot tub with an anxious look on his face.


“I’m n-not used to this,” he said in a terrified voice, almost on the verge of tears.

I got up, carefully stepping out. “Hey, hey now, what’s wrong?” I asked, finger under his chin.

Now tears did start falling. “I’m a f-f-failure as a husband already and w-we’ve only been married a day,” he sniffled.

“You’re not a failure,” I told him firmly. “Why would you say that? Why would you think that?”


“B-because I’m s-scared to undress in f-front of you, I’m–I’m s-scared to be… n-n-n-naked in front of you, and I sh-shouldn’t feel that way!” he cried out, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his face against my chest.

I rubbed his back gently. “Why are you scared? I love you, I think you look wonderful.”

He shook his head. “It’s n-n-n-not that, I just… I don’t know wh-why I feel this way. I l-love you too, Jacob, I’ve always l-loved you and–and I know I sh-shouldn’t feel this way, there’s no reason f-for it, but I do. My b-brain is just… saying things I kn-know aren’t real but–but–oh, I’m p-probably making no sense.”

“You are.” I pushed him back a bit so I could look into his face. “In the weeks before the wedding, I was having panic attacks.” His mouth opened a bit, a surprised squeak coming out. “All I could think of was the fact Nicky just… did what she did. And my parents never loving me. My brain kept trying to convince me that you didn’t either.”

“I do–“


“I know. There was no reason for that either, other than my past experiences,” I said slowly. “I knew you loved me, I knew we’d get married. I knew I could trust you with everything. But I still felt so scared, and worried, and panicky. So you do make sense to me. You’ve had a lonely life… you said you never expected to be married. Did you ever expect to… to do stuff like this?” I inquired and he shook his head. “It’s the unknown for you. That’s going to be scary.” I pulled him back against me, saying the words my heart and mind agreed with, but my body didn’t want to say. “We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready for it.”

“It’s our honeym-moon,” he mumbled into my chest.

“So? We can kiss. Make out. Go slow.”


“We’re m-married, we should–“

“We should be doing what we want to do, and not what is expected of us.” I kissed his shoulder, up his neck and onto his lips. “We’ll go slow, okay?”

He kissed back, fingers brushing against my chest. “I don’t d-deserve you.” Before I could argue he added, “Maybe I c-could get drunk?”

NO!” I snapped more than I meant to. Kay winced. “No,” I said softly now. “No. I don’t want to do that. You’re not touching any alcohol for a while. Or else.”


I trailed my finger lightly down his cheek. “We can just go slow.”

“You’re incredible…”

“Mmm, you are,” I whispered, kissing the trail my finger had made.

He giggled slightly. “I th-think you are.”

“Well, I think you are.”

He breathed in, leaning forward against me. “Do you c-consider me really sm-smart?” he asked out of no where.

“Uh, yeah? The smartest guy I’ve ever met.”


Now he was smirking. “So if the sm-smarted guy you’ve ever m-met says you’re incredible, wouldn’t th-that be right?”

“A–d–ahh–” I sputtered as he just smirking even more. “Don’t–use that logic on me!” I insisted, tickling his ribs. He shrieked and tried to pull away but I just held him close, tickling him. We struggled a bit and then fell back on the bed, me on top of him in the position I really wanted to stay in but decided if he wanted to go slow, I should get up.

“No,” he said when I started to move. “W-wait.” He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me, pulling me down against his body. “C-can I… t-touch… it?”

I tried my best not to laugh. “Darling, you have my permission to touch anything you want.”


He got a funny look on his face but slowly moved his hand until his fingers were against my cock. I moaned out loudly at the touch, using all my willpower not to buck against his hand. He began moving his hand, his fingers, squeezing and pulling carefully. I began panting and groaning as he became more rhythmical though still unsure and awkward. Kay bit his bottom lip, looking at my face with a deep blush across his cheeks as he continued jerking me off.

“Is th-this okay?” His voice was so low it took me a few seconds to register what was said.

“Watcher don’t stop,” I moaned in response. I gripped the sheets as he began to go a bit faster, trying to hold desperately onto not cumming so fast but after another couple of minutes it was too much. I made a loud, pleasured sound as I exploded onto his hand and stomach.

We both remained motionless in a confused silence until I finally bent in to kiss him. “You doing okay?” I asked.

“Y-yeah.” He let go of my cock and pulled back a bit, sitting up. I slid off the bed and grabbed a towel off the table. He reached for it but I shook my head, cleaning his hands and stomach off for him, careflly making sure I wiped all my semen off of him before moving to clean myself.


“I’ve n-n-n-never done anything l-like that before.”

“Even to your–” I started but then remember how he had acted a while ago when we were getting hot and bothered, about getting a cold shower. “Well, that was… wow.” I thought for a second then smiled. “Do you want me to return the favor?” I teased.

“Ahhh! I–I don’t… umm–“


“Maybe tomorrow,” I said with a wink. He nodded slowly. “I still stand by what I said about going slow, okay? Tell me ‘no’ if you don’t want to do something. I mean, I’ll say ‘no’ for stuff I don’t want.”

“But you’re r-ready for… th-this sort of thing,” he sighed. “I’m j-just pathetic.”

“You’re not pathetic, you’re just… new to all this.” I eyed the hot tub which was still going. “You wanna get in? We can wear our swim trunks, or you can if you don’t mind me being, er, naked.”


He thought for a moment then nodded, grabbing his second pair of swimming trunks. He went in the bathroom to change while I got back into the hot tub, trying not to selfishly hope that he would be ready for more sexual activities soon…