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Have I mentioned how much I hate this apartment? Like on the scale of 0 to 10, I'd give it a hundred.

I fucking hate this place. And I've only been here three times.

Putting her sweaty body on the bed, then covering it with a piece of blanket, I get up and walk towards the kitchen, hoping to find a bathroom somewhere. I need to wash all these sticky fluid on my cock and find a cloth to wipe her since she's already closing her eyes the moment her head hits the pillow. There's a big fat chance she won't be waking up until a few hours later.

There's also a big fat chance I just signed up to be a father of three. Seriously, how can I forget about the one thing guys should remember; bag it before you tap it. Urgh.

Well in my defence, we've never bagged it. She has always been on birth control. Which I'm not sure if she still is. Nevermind, there's always Plan B.

Sliding the shower curtain aside, I can't help but to curse seeing a small square space with a shower head on the wall. Bloo