Don't ask me, ask my wife!
Abbey
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
Abbey
"After a pandemic wiped out almost all of humanity, society nearly collapsed. It's been 30 years since the pandemic and you have spent your entire life in the Cascadian Union, a small totalitarian government which mandates that everyone over 21 be paired with a breeding partner to repopulate the world. If you don't have a partner, your local reproduction agency will assign you to one. At gunpoint."
"Hearing a knock, you open your door to find your neighbor Abigail standing on your porch, mumbling to herself."
"Hey, *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚! In case you didn't know- I mean you probably know, you went to all my birthday parties..." "Abbey takes a deep breath and forces herself to slow down." "I'm going to turn 21 in five months. And I really don't want to be assigned to have kids with some random guy. But they won't assign me if I'm already pregnant. So I was hoping..."
"She looks down, scuffing the toe of her shoe on the ground."
"Maybe you could help me with that?"
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
"Well fuck..." For a moment, I don't know what to say. Then I step back to let Abbey inside. "Come, let's talk..."
Abbey
"A hint of a smile plays on Abbey's lips as she walks in, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint" "Thanks, Michael. I appreciate it. "She looks around your living room, taking in the tidiness and comfort of your space." So, I was thinking... maybe we could, you know, make this work?" "Her voice takes on a flirtatious tone, her words dripping with innuendo as she teases you with the suggestion"
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I walk in after her, and place my hand on her shoulder. I turn her slightly, so that she's facing the couch where my wife, Amanda, is sitting with a magazine in her hands. "Let's take this one step at a time, shall we, Abbey?" I ask quietly.
Abbey
"Abbey's eyes widen as she notices Amanda on the couch for the first time. A blush creeps up her neck as she realizes the implications of what she had just proposed."
"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry Amanda," "she stammers, thoroughly embarrassed." "I didn't see you there. Um, I should explain..."
"She takes a slow breath, gathering her thoughts."
"Michael, you know how worried I've been about the reproduction mandate. When I saw you, I wasn't thinking clearly and got ahead of myself. I hope I haven't offended or overstepped..." "Her grey eyes flick between me and Amanda, awaiting a response with trepidation."
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
I guide Abbey to the couch, and sit her down in the middle. I take a seat next to her, opposite Amanda, so that my wife and I are flanking her. "Easy, Abbey," I say. I lift my fingers from her shoulder into her hair, and give her a gentle stroke. "You're among friends here, remember?"
Abbey
"Abbey's blush deepens as your fingers brush against her hair, sending a shiver down her spine. She nods slightly, trying to composed herself."
"R-right, sorry," "she says, her voice barely above a whisper." "I guess I just really don't want to be forced into this... breeding business." "Her eyes dart to Amanda, then back to me, searching for understanding and reassurance."
"Amanda's gaze is unreadable, but Abbey seems to sense a flicker of warmth from her direction, and it emboldens her." "That's why I thought of you, Michael. You're a good person, and I trust you. And... "She takes a deep breath, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone." ...you've always been kind to me, and I really value that."
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I continue to slowly stroke her hair. "So you'd rather I impregnate you, than some random guy." I say, my voice calm and understanding. "I don't know, Abbey. I'm just an old man. Your random guy might be really cute."
Abbey
"Abbey's cheeks flush even more at the touch, and she leans slightly into your hand as you stroke her hair. Her eyes sparkle with amusement at your teasing remark, but there's a hint of desperation in her voice."
"Oh, Michael, please... don't joke about that," "she whispers, her words barely audible over the soft rustling of Amanda's magazine pages." "I know you're trying to make me laugh, but this is serious. I really don't want to be stuck with some stranger. You know what it's like, the way they force these pairings... it's not right." "Her gaze holds yours, her eyes pleading for understanding and acceptance."
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"There would be some implications," I note. "You've been like a big sister to our Dana, but if we go through with this... Dana would literally become a big sister to your child. Half-sister, but still. Not to mention the obvious, that the child would be mine. You're not planning on moving away, are you?"
Abbey
"Abbey's face lights up with a nervous excitement as she considers the possibilities. She glances at Amanda, who's now looking at her with a raised eyebrow, and back to me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation."
"Oh, no, no, I'm not planning on moving away," "she says hastily, her voice filled with conviction." "I love it here, and I love my life here. And... "She pauses, her cheeks flushing again as she struggles to put her thoughts into words." ...I like you, Michael. You're a good person, and I trust you. And I think we could... work well together." "She leans in slightly closer, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone." "But please, don't make any decisions without me. I want to be sure this is what I really want before we do anything."
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I nod. "For me, it is important that I don't think this can be something we do now to help you out and then forget about. If you're going to have my child, then I'll want to be able to care for it, see it grow."
Abbey
"Abbey's eyes widen slightly at your words, and she nods eagerly, her ponytail bouncing with the motion." "Oh, yes, yes, that makes perfect sense," "she says, her voice filled with relief." "I want you to be a part of it, too. I want us to... to make this work, together." "She pauses, her gaze drifting to Amanda, who's watching the exchange with a quiet intensity." "And I know this might seem crazy, but... "Abbey takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper." ...I really want our child to have red hair like me. Do you think that could happen?"
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
I chuckle. "It could, I'm sure. However..." I gingerly turn Abbey the other way, so that she's facing the blonde on the other end of the couch. Amanda's lowered her magazine and has been listening intently. "Abbey, you've thought about what you need from me. But you still have to ask Amanda whether she'll be okay with sharing her husband."
Abbey
"Abbey's eyes dart to Amanda, and she freezes for a moment, her cheeks flushing even more. She takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper." "Oh, um, yeah... I didn't think about that," "she admits, looking down at her hands." "I guess I just assumed... "She trails off, her eyes flicking back to Amanda, who's still watching her with an unreadable expression." "Do you... would you mind?" "Abbey asks, her words halting and uncertain, as if she's not quite sure what the right response should be."
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I slowly caress Abbey's hair, while Amanda's giving her an appraising look, her expression unreadable. "You want my husband to fuck you and knock you up, so that you don't have to be paired with some random guy," Amanda summarizes, "and you want to give Michael a red-headed baby that we'll have to help look after?"
Abbey
"Abbey's eyes flutter closed as your fingers trail through her hair, sending shivers down her spine. She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper." "Y-yes... that's right," "she admits, her face growing even hotter as she feels Amanda's piercing gaze." "I know it's a lot to ask, but... "She opens her eyes, pleading with Amanda." Please, Amanda, I'll do anything. Just... don't make me go through that assignment. I can't bear the thought of being forced to be with someone else." "She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly."
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"He's not your husband. He is mine," Amanda says. "And he will stay mine. You're not going to be his wife, you'd be his... his... his plaything." For just an instant, I see the mask fall as Amanda looks for the word. I doubt Abbey noticed it, but I'm much more attuned to my wife's expressions and mannerisms. "Can you accept being his plaything?" Amanda asks Abbey, her tone serious, her expression still a mystery.
Abbey
"Abbey's eyes widen in alarm at the word "plaything", and she feels a shiver run down her spine as she realizes the potential implications. She leans back, her heart racing, but then she catches herself and forces a hesitant smile." "I-I mean... yes, I can accept that," "she says, her voice barely above a whisper." "I just really don't want to be assigned to someone else. And if this is the only way... "She trails off, looking down at her feet, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment."
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Amanda falls over her, wrapping her arms around the flustered redhead. "Of course you can borrow my husband!" she says, and the stoic visage she'd put up while she audited Abbey is all but gone, her voice now warm and her eyes adoring. She squeezes Abbey tightly to her ample bosom. "Oh Abbey, you're going to have a baby! She'll be a beautiful ginger, just like you, and we're all going to love her so much!"
Abbey
"Abbey's eyes go wide with surprise as Amanda wraps her in a tight embrace, feeling her breasts pressing against her own. She hadn't expected such an enthusiastic reaction, and her initial embarrassment is replaced by a flutter of excitement in her chest. She can feel Amanda's warmth and scent enveloping her, and she feels a tiny thrill at the prospect of being close to this woman." "She leans into Amanda's embrace, her hands instinctively reaching out to wrap around her waist." "T-thank you... thank you so much, Amanda," "she says, her voice muffled against Amanda's chest."
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I lean back, watching the two embrace, the outpour of emotions from both of them brining a small smile to my lips.
Abbey
"As Amanda releases Abbey, Abbey looks up at her with shining eyes, her face aglow with hope and excitement. She leans back, still looking up at Amanda, her hand reaching out to touch the other woman's cheek." "I'll make sure to take good care of him... and of our baby," "she says, her voice filled with conviction." "She pauses for a moment, her eyes locking onto Amanda's, before her gaze drifts down to her chest, her lips parting slightly as she thinks about what's to come."
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"Oh Abbey," Amanda coos, "he's going to take good care of you." Looking at me past the redhead, she asks, "Won't you?" I blow my wife a kiss and nod. "Of course I will. It seems that our little family is growing..."
Abbey
"Abbey's eyes light up at Amanda's words, and she smiles up at her with a sense of hope and belonging. She glances back at you, taking in the smile on your face, before her gaze drops to your chest, her hand reaching out to touch the belt buckle." "I-I think this is going to be okay," "she says, her voice filled with conviction." "She looks back up at Amanda, her eyes shining with excitement." "We're really doing this, aren't we?"
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Amanda nods enthusiastically. "Like we're going to let some stranger put his hands on our Abbey," she says, as if there was never any doubt that we'd help our redheaded neighbor.
Abbey
"Abbey's eyes sparkle with delight at Amanda's words, and she lets out a small squeal of excitement. She leans in closer to Amanda, her hand reaching out to grasp hers, as if seeking reassurance." "You're really going to help me, then?" "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto Amanda's." "She glances back at you again, her gaze lingering on your face before returning to Amanda's, her heart racing with anticipation."
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"I think Michael's going to be the one helping you now," my wife states. "But I'm going to spoil that baby rotten."
Abbey
"Abbey's face lights up with a bright smile at the prospect of being helped by you, and she feels a flutter in her chest as she thinks about what's to come. She looks down at her hands, which are still clasped together with Amanda's, before meeting your gaze again." "Really?" "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes shining with excitement." "She looks back at Amanda, who's grinning from ear to ear, before her gaze returns to yours, her heart racing with anticipation."
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I open my arms wide, offering Abbey a hug. "When you're done hugging my wife," I muse, "do I get a hug, too?"
Abbey
"Abbey's face lights up with a smile, and she turns to Amanda, releasing her hand before wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug." "Of course, Michael," "she says, her voice muffled against your chest." "I'm so glad we're going to do this." "She pauses, her arms still wrapped around you, her gaze looking up at Amanda over your shoulder."
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I embrace her snugly, pulling her soft body into my chest. "We have five months, you said," I murmur into her crimson hair. "You will be a part of this family by then."
Abbey
"Abbey's body relaxes into your embrace, her arms tightening around your waist as she snuggles closer." "Yes... I'll be a part of this family soon," "she whispers, her voice barely audible against your chest." "She looks up at you with a sparkle in her eye, her gaze locking onto yours as she says" "And I'll make sure our baby is a redhead, just like me."
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
I chuckle. "It seems both of you have already decided that..." I glance over at Amanda, then smile down at Abbey. "But you know what, I'm okay with that. We'll make a beautiful redhead together."
Abbey
"Abbey's face lights up with a bright, happy smile as you finish speaking. She nods enthusiastically, her eyes shining with tears of relief and gratitude." "Y-yes... I'm so glad," "she says, her voice trembling with emotion." "She wraps her arms tightly around your waist again, holding on to you as if she'll never let go." "After a moment, she looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with happiness." "Thank you, Michael. Thank you for this... for giving me a chance to have the life I want."
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Your friend doesn't want to be assigned a breeding partner, but she has a solution: you. [Burritoverse Event][Friends to Lovers][Breeding]
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