*Author's note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
2003
"I have no daughter named Eve," Jimmy Simon sanctimoniously declared when Jeff Tait called him to let him know that his daughter was alive and well, and unceremoniously hung up.
The forty three year old lawyer again thought his position against capital punishment. He did not tell the eighteen-year-old girl about contacting her father. It would have only served to hurt her; she'd already been through enough.
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"Got a box for you," Jeff called out as he brought in a box that had been leaning up against the front door.
"What is it?" Eve asked as she waddled into the living room.
At nearly eight months of pregnancy, waddling was her only mode of walking.
"Don't know, it's address to 'Eve Simon,' not 'Eve Simon or whoever feels like opening it,'" Jeff said and handed it to her, grabbing the opportunity to steal a few kisses from her in the process.
"Daddy's silly," Katherine giggled and reached up to her father for a few kisses of her own.
Eve read the return address on the box and smiled and blushed. She did not tell Jeff anything, simply turned and brought the box to their bedroom.
When she first came to live with him, Jeff had installed her in his guest room. She assumed the duties of maid, cleaning his house from top to dottom and doing all the laundry for him and his daughter.
One night (he was so sure it had been a wet dream) she snuck into his bedroom and took his manhood into her mouth. When she had swallowed all of his delicious seed, she whispered in the darkness that she loved him, and then had fallen asleep, smelling his clean, masculine scent, comforted and secure.
The next morning, he found her still in his bed, and they became lovers.
He fixed their dinner and then bathed Katherine and got her ready for bed. A couple of games of 'Chutes and Ladders,' and it was bedtime for Katherine.
"Aw, holy shit," Jeff said when he walked into his bedroom.
Eve sat in the middle of the bed, wearing an ivory white baby doll nightie. Her swollen belly was prominently visible as the top was held on by one ribbon that joined the front just over the belly. Her crotchless white panties were also visible to his gaze and while he watched, she pulled the opening apart to display her freshly shaved pussy.
"Hey, 'Daddy,'" she cooed. "Do you like what you see?"
"Love it," he admitted and quickly stripped out of his clothes.
He tried to ease her onto her back, but with giggles and squeals, she 'fought back,' and managed to take his rock-hard cock into her mouth. Two strokes later, he was spurting down her throat. When she'd drained his seed from him, she lavished attention to his heavy balls and stroked his manhood until it was hard again.
"Now," she sighed. "Now you can have your way with me, Mr. Tait."
She stretched out and he eased his cock into her, careful not to put any weight onto her distended belly. She grunted in orgasm; her 'trigger' was nearly as fast as his. As he'd just finished coming in her hot sucking mouth, he was able to resist coming right away in her tightly gripping pussy.
He tugged at the bow of her top and greedily took one of her swollen nipples into his mouth and hungrily sucked at it.
"Oh, God, Baby, baby, Baby," she grunted and sighed as she kept coming.
"Yeessss!" she cried out as his teeth nipped at her overly sensitive nipple.
He couldn't hold out any longer and pumped long streams of his semen into her tight sheath.
"So, why'd you shave it?" he asked as they cuddled in their afterglow.
"Thought you might like it," she said sleepily. "Obviously I was right."
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A month later, Eve put the now stained garment away in a drawer; the stains were not coming out in the gentle cycle, or by hand. She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. Those stains were badges of honor to her, signs that her man still found her sexy and desirable, even at eight and a half months pregnant.
But sex was now very uncomfortable so she put it away. Even oral sex was a bit hard for her; the heartburn and indigestion was at the intolerable mark.
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Something was wrong. There were a thousand knives jabbing her in the belly. In the darkness Eve reached out and grabbed onto the man she loved with all her heart, the man that made her feel safe and secure.
The bedside lamp went on and Jeff could see the fear in Eve's deep brown eyes.
His smile made her feel better immediately. She let him dress her and help her waddle down the hall to the new minivan he'd bought for them.
Once she was buckled up and kissed a few times, he went back inside and got a cranky and crabby Katherine.
"But I don't want the baby right now," she whined. "You tell it to come back later, Eve!"
Jeff called his parents and woke them up, then called Dr. Roger Pelieur.
"Wow, that's the same thing Katherine said," Jeff laughed and hung up.
"Dr. Pelieur said to tell the baby to wait until a decent hour," he told Eve, who was having a contraction at that moment and didn't find that comment all that funny.
Katherine was asleep by the time Jeff pulled up in front of his parents' home; his mother stood outside in her robe and slippers. She smiled warmly and kissed Eve tenderly.
"It'll be okay," she assured the girl. "I had three of them and survived."
"Thanks, Mrs. Tait," Eve tried to smile.
"Be a good girl," Jeff warned Katherine.
"She always is," his father said and took the sleeping child in his arms and carried her to the house.
A smiling Roger and Jocelyn met them at the hospital and Eve burst into tears of gratitude.
She again cried when Jeff, now dressed in surgical garb, joined them in the delivery room.
Faith Ann Tait was born at ten forty that March morning; an exhausted Eve smiled weakly at Jeff.
"Um, not that I mind, but why'd you name her that?" he asked her and kissed her again.
"Because, even when I was sleeping behind those dumpsters, I never ever lost faith," she said.
"No, no, not 'Faith,'" he smiled. "No, I meant the 'Tait.'"
"What else would she name the baby?" Jocelyn snapped. "I swear, men are so stupid."
"You're not mad, are you?" Eve asked, her bottom lip beginning to quiver.
"No, no, not at all," Jeff hastened to assure her. "Quite the opposite; I'm thrilled to death to have another daughter."
"I love you," Eve said as they wheeled her away to her own private room.
