Chapter 15

Our lives continued in this fashion; she would go off to school and come home for the weekends. We would have mind-blowing sex on Friday to blow off the stresses from the previous week and a quickie on Sundays to prepare for the coming week.

Right around Christmas, Erin and I went to have her first ultrasound done. She was only about seven weeks along in her pregnancy, but we wanted to see our baby. Officially, I was there as the supportive father of his single and pregnant daughter, but between Erin and I, I was there as simply, ‘Daddy’.

After sitting a short time in the waiting area, Erin’s name was called and she asked me to come in with her (for the benefit of the office staff as opposed actually needing to ask me to join her). We were escorted to the examination room and Erin took her place on the exam table while I just stood in the corner trying to stay out of the way.

After a few minutes, an ultrasound tech came in and had Erin lift her shirt up to just below her breasts. I had to be careful not to get a chubby ... Erin still wasn’t showing at all; she seemed a bit ‘softer’ than normal, but to any casual observer, they would never guess that she was pregnant.

The tech put gel on her lower abdomen and began passing the wand around her belly. It didn’t take her long to find the baby—the baby was still just a single sac of cells; nothing about it to distinguish it from a black and white picture of a bean. But Erin asked for pictures anyway: it was ‘her’ baby, after all. The lab tech was very clinical and seemed to have zero emotions about the baby, but she humored Erin and printed several pictures anyway.

The tech asked Erin when her last period was and Erin said it ended around October 22nd or 23rd. I did the quick math and realized she was right at the peak of her most fertile point in her cycle on the 31st; she was probably ovulating as I was fucking her with my modified condom.

The lab tech wrote the date down and calculated the due date based on the 22nd. Erin told her that she didn’t conceive until the 31st and the lab tech asked how she could be so certain. Erin said, “Because, on the 30th, I was a virgin and I didn’t have sex again after that; at least, not until after I already knew I was pregnant.”

Even with the rock-solid testimony from Erin, the lab tech still used the 22nd as the date to go by; she was VERY clinical. Erin’s official due date was July 22nd, but we knew it would be closer to the end of July or even early August.

We went home and the first thing Erin did was put our baby’s ‘picture’ up on the refrigerator with a magnet. It was really something else to go to the fridge and see the ultrasound of my baby being carried by my daughter. I could barely remember the thoughts of guilt and regret when I first discovered that Erin was the cat girl; when I discovered she was pregnant with my child.

Those thoughts and feelings were gone; replaced by pride and joy. Erin and I continued our arrangements and things never got weird between us. We managed to keep the sex separate from the other aspects of our relationship. We never cuddled or became overly passionate. Sometimes while having sex we would kiss, but that was different.

Once we were finished satisfying each other, kisses were to the cheek or the forehead like you would normally see in a father and daughter relationship. It was very complicated, yet elegantly simple too.

Erin’s belly began to slowly expand as time went on and I was surprised at how it only increased how beautiful she was. I didn’t have a pregnancy fetish, but seeing her pregnant had an effect on me. Perhaps it was because she was carrying my baby, I don’t know.

When she was 16 weeks along, we knew that we would be able to tell if we were having a boy or girl soon. Her stomach had expanded enough that most people could tell she was pregnant as opposed to just being overweight—all of her ‘extra weight’ was in her belly; the rest of her body was still her normal size.