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Changing Times.	By : bloodyreign Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I woke up slowly, My body was sore, heavy, eyes heavy. I tried to sit up and gasped. “Oh, God,” I moaned. “What the hell?”

Someone spoke. “Hey, Story. Get up, it’s time for the Cell Tournament.”

I groaned again. “I am so not ready for that.” Something hit me. My eyes widened. “Wait, the tournament isn’t for days, Gohan.”

“You’ve been sleeping for three days. I didn’t think you’d wake up now.”

I stared at him. “What are you talking about?”

He smirked. “Looks like I wore you down enough for you to sleep for days.” The smirk faded. “You okay?”

I nodded. “I will be.”

He came over, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling me toward him. “Here, bite me. It’ll heal you.”

I nodded and bit down quickly, drawing blood. Two swallows healed and strengthened me and I pulled away and licked my lips. “Okay, I’m ready.” I looked around, then stood slowly. My legs wobbled a little, but I kept my balance, and I walked over to my armoire. I quickly grabbed my fighting outfit, turned and went to the bathroom to get ready. A few minutes later, my hair was wet and pulled into a tight bun. I was wearing loose pants, ankle boots and a black tee and black, fingerless gloves. When I came out, Trunks and Gohan were talking--about me, of course.

“You really should be more careful. Gohan, she slept for three days.”

Gohan sighed. “I know. I didn’t mean for that to happen, but . . . well, you know.”

He nodded. “Yes, I understand, but even as powerful as she is, you still need to try to be more careful.”

“I’m going to.”

“I’m ready. . . .” I said quietly.

They looked up, smiling at me. “Let’s go, then.”

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Cell was defeated and it was time I left. I didn’t say goodbye, didn’t say anything to anyone. I just left as quickly and quietly as I could. I ended up in a dark, evil feeling place. I walked around slowly, looking around. The first person I ran into was someone that look shockingly like Goku. I literally ran into him. I hit the ground hard. “Ow,” I breathed, looking up. “G-Goku?”

But, no, this wasn’t Goku. The look in his eyes was colder, fiercer, and he was tanner. There was a scar on his cheek. “Who are you?”

I stood up. “Forgive me. You look like someone I know.” I shook my head. “I am Star. I am new here.”

He looked down at me. “You do not have a tail. Who are you? What are you?”

“My race was killed a long time ago. I do not know what I am.”

He studied me. “I am off on a mission. I must find my people. Excuse me.” He walked around me.

I ran after him. “Wait, who are you?”

“I am Bardock.”

“Do you have a son?”

He stopped, freezing, staring at me. “Why?”

I paused. “Just curious.”

He put his hand atop my head and, though I knew of that particular Saiyan talent to read minds by touch, I did not move, nor did I fight him. He pulled away, staring at me. “You are from the future.”

I shrugged. “I think. I don’t know.”

“You just met my son. He beat Furiza?”

I nodded.

“And my comrades--” he hesitated. “They’re in danger.” He took off running.

I ran after him, keeping by his side easily. “This isn’t smart, Bardock.”

“I don’t care. They’re my comrades. I am a Saiyan, not a child. I will not run!” He came to a space pod.

I stopped him, grabbing his arm. “I am coming with you. How do these things work?”

“You cannot come. You’re not my team.”

I glared at him. “Either you tell me how this works, or I’ll go through your head and find out. Your choice. I am coming.”

A moment passed. A small smile from him. “Okay. Just get into my pod. We don’t have time.”

I nodded and got in after he did. I sat on the floor and he started the pod. We set off and I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, the shaking of the pod woke me up and the jolt of landing made my body tense. The door opened and I jumped out before he did. “Let’s go, then.”

He nodded, got out and started running. I kept pace with him, sometimes passing him up, but he was faster than I expected. He was fast enough that I sometimes forgot to go slow. He stopped suddenly and I shot past him, skidding to a stop. I ran back to find him staring at a crater filled with other Saiyans. His eyes were wide, anger-filled. I stayed back and watched. He ran to the one who was still alive and he listened to him tell his story of how Furiza had betrayed them. Then he stood, put on the blood-soaked cloth, making it a crimson bandana, and faced me. “You were right,” he said quietly.

I sensed someone coming before I saw them. “Bardock, they’re still here.”

He looked back, toward the direction they were coming from. “I know.”

“We have to leave, Bardock.”

“No. First I want to kill them. Then I’ll go wherever you want me to go. I don’t care where I go, but I’ll leave. As long as you’re certain it is impossible to stop them.”

I nodded. “It is.”

He turned to face his next and last opponents.

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It wasn’t too long before Bardock and I were safely on another planet, far away from where Furiza would ever look. In case Furiza or anyone else came searching for him, when I left him, I would be leaving a vial of my blood in case he needed it. He knew what it was there for and I knew he wouldn’t abuse it. I wanted him alive so that I could introduce him to his son and grandson. After a few weeks, I started getting sick, throwing up every day, feeling tired and restless. I thought it was something that had to do with that planet, that maybe since I’d begun to eat so much, something on that planet had made me sick. So I moved on, leaving him with the vial of blood and the space pod. I traveled a few more times, but couldn’t find a place where I didn’t get sick. What’s worse, is I started sleeping more often and I was gaining weight.

I was pretty sure it was time to find a hospital, but I was afraid, so I didn’t stop traveling. Finally, one day, I got to a place that was beautifully close to looking like Earth. I settled beneath a tree, clasped my hands across my growing stomach and let myself drift into sleep.

Voices awakened me. One said, “Doesn’t that look like that Story girl?”

Another said, “Yes, except . . . Big Brother said Story is really skinny. She’s not skinny!”

“But other than that, she looks like her, doesn’t she?”

“He would be able to say if it is her or not!”

“Yea, let’s go get him!”

The voices faded and I fell back to sleep. The next thing I was aware of, I was in a soft, familiar bed, tucked in, warm, comfortable. The sensation of someone else in the room made my eyes open and I looked around. By the door was a little boy that looked vaguely familiar. He had black, spiked hair and black eyes. He couldn’t have been more than seven or eight. He was grinning.

“Hi!” he said excitedly. “How do you feel? Are you Story?”

I nodded. “Yes. I am Story. Who are you?”

“My name’s Goten!” He bounced over to my side. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Another little boy came into sight. He had lavender hair and blue eyes. He waved. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

He hurried in quickly. “Goten, we’re not supposed to be in here. We’re supposed to let her rest.”

“I was just passing by and she was awake. I just wanted to see if she’s okay.”

“Your brother would kill us if he found us in here.”

Goten scoffed. “Big Brother is a softie!”

“What was that?” someone asked from the doorway. I looked over to see a tall, black-haired man with black eyes. He looked vaguely familiar and was really tall. He currently was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans, tennis shoes. “I told you two to stay out and let Story rest.”

Goten and the other little boy hurriedly left.

I stared after them, then looked at the man. “Who are you and how do you know my name?”

“I know it’s been years, but, Story, do you not recognize me?” He shut the door, leant against it and, running his hand through his hair, sighed. “God, it’s been . . . Story, it’s been seven years.” His eyes closed and he looked down. Silence for a few minutes. “I never thought . . . I never thought you’d take so long to get here.”

“I-I don’t understand. . . .”

His eyes opened slowly and there was a depth of sadness to them. He looked up slowly, meeting my eyes, and stepped away from the door. “Story. . . .” He came closer, sat on the edge of the bed, reached toward me.

I backed away, drawing my legs toward my stomach. “Don’t--I don’t know you.”

He smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile. It was a sad, kind of angry smile. The only thing that made it a smile was that his lips went up instead of down. “You do know me . . . you know me more intimately than anyone does.” There was a look in his eyes that made me blush.

I looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He reached out, cupped my chin in his hand and pulled me to look at him. “I love you, Story, how can you not know who I am?” He leant forward, put his lips against mine just barely, and moved back, placing his hand upon my stomach. “And to find you in such a condition.”

I looked down at his hand. “What do you mean?”

His eyes narrowed and he met my eyes. “As if you don’t know.”

“Know what?” I asked, studying him. “What are you talking about?”

“Story,” his eyes narrowed more and anger filled them, “who touched you? Who hurt you?”

I shook my head. “Nobody, why? Nobody’s touched me, nobody’s hurt me. Why?”

“Story, somebody had to have raped you.”

I stared at him, shaking my head wildly. “Nobody’s done that! No way!”

He touched my stomach again, looking between my eyes and stomach. “Who was the last person you were sexually involved with, Story?”

I blushed. “No-nobody . . . I don’t see what that matters!”

His eyes widened, mouth falling open. He paled, body stiffening, as if he was frozen to the spot. For a moment, he said nothing. Then a small, small smile played upon his lips. “Story . . . was I the last person you made love with?”

My eyes widened and I blushed. “What are you talking about?!”

“I’m Gohan, Story.”

I froze. “What?”

“I’m Gohan.”

I swallowed hard. “G-Gohan?” It suddenly became obvious where I’d seen him before. I blushed again. “Oh, my God, Gohan. You’re so big!”

He nodded. “Yes. Now am I the last person you had sex with?”

I nodded slowly. “Why?”

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open again. His eyes filled with tears and he looked at my stomach, mouth trembling, eyes trembling, watering. “Oh, my God.”

“Gohan?” I touched his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Gohan?”

He touched my stomach, lowering down toward it to kiss it gently. “I’m-I’m going to be-I’m a father. . . .”

My eyes widened. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Story,” he said slowly, raising up, “you’re pregnant.”

I froze. “No, I’m not.”

He nodded. “Yes, you are.”

I shook my head. “No, way!”

“Yes, Story.”

“I can’t be.”

“Why not?”

“You were eleven!”

He shrugged. “So?”

“Gohan-”

“You’re pregnant, Story, and if you haven’t had sex with anyone but me, I’m the father.” His eyes softened and he blinked tears away, raising his hand to wipe them away. “After seven years, I’ve come to know I’m a father.”

I batted his hand away. “You don’t know that.”

His eyes were soft when he met mine. “I bet I can. I’ll bet Burama could tell us for sure.”

“Yea, she can.”

He smiled. “She can tell us how far along you are and everything.” He stood, pulled me up into his arms. “Let’s go see Burama, then!” He started running from the room quickly, running as fast as he could. As soon as he was out of the house, he took off flying, faster than--faster than anyone had ever been before.

I stared at him. “You’ve gotten even stronger.”

He nodded. “Of course.” He quickened his pace, hurrying as fast as he could to Burama’s. The big house came into view and he lowered and walked to the door, setting me down beside him and knocking.

The door opened. Burama stood there. She smiled brilliantly when she saw me. “Hey, Story!”

I smiled. “Hi!”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow, you’re pregnant!?”

Gohan smiled, shooting me an I-told-you-so look. “Yes, but Story doesn’t believe it. I was wondering if you could prove it and see if I’m the father.”

She nodded. “Of course!” Her eyes widened more. “But when did you two-”

“During the Majin Buu incident. She found me and saved my life.”

Burama nodded. “You never told anyone this.”

“Story asked me not to.”

She nodded again, stepping aside. “Of course, come in.”

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An hour later, I was sitting in the living room floor, talking with Goten and Trunks and playing with them, when Gohan and Burama came in. She smiled at me. “Story,” she said, eyes showing happiness. “You and Gohan will make excellent parents.”

I froze. “So I am . . . ?”

She nodded.

“And it’s-”

“Mine,” Gohan said smugly.

I looked down. “I see.”

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?”

I smiled. “Just confused. I mean . . . it’s a lot to take in.”

Gohan nodded. “Yes, it is.” He pulled me to my feet. “And by the way, since you’re pregnant, with my child, you are going to stop time traveling. That’s it. That’s the end of it, Story.”

“Gohan-”

“No, that’s the end of it. Period. You are home, with me, and that’s it. That’s all you need, Story. It’s my baby and I won’t take a chance of losing you and my child. I want to be there when my baby is born, Story.”

I stared at him. “I-I-”

“Story, promise me, promise me you won’t time travel again.”

“Gohan-”

“Story?” Vejita’s voice said from behind us. “What are you doing here?”

I turned, grateful for the disruption, waved. “Hey, Vejita!” I ran to hug him.

He awkwardly hugged back, instantly noticing the bulging stomach. He touched my stomach. “Story, what’s happened?”

I was saved by answering when someone knocked on the door and Vejita went to get it. I turned to Gohan. “Let’s go, now, please.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He took my hand and pulled me out, past Vejita, who scowled when we left, and he lifted me and flew back home. Once there, he set me gently on the bed and left quickly. “I’ll be right back.”

I stood, brushed myself off and decided I would do it. Definitely. I concentrated, hard, and felt that twisty-past feeling, let it fold around me and sank into it. I went back. It took several tries before I was back, but I wasn’t close to the house and my stomach was much larger now. I took off flying quickly, ripping my wings out and pushing myself as hard and as fast as I could. I didn’t stop until the house came into view. Gohan came into sight as well and he was starting to leave. He rose into the air, about to fly off-

“Gohan!” I yelled, as loud as I could. He froze, looked up, saw me. “Gohan, wait!” I pushed harder, finally coming to rest a few feet in front of him and swaying, breathing hard. “Gohan.”

He rushed forward, quickly, catching me as I fell forward. He lifted me easily in his arms and carried me inside, sitting on the couch and brushing my hair back from my face. “Story, are you okay?” he asked frantically. “Story?”

I rested against him, clinging to him. I must’ve fallen asleep for a few minutes because when I came to, he was holding me, tight, hard, against him. “Gohan?” I asked breathlessly. “Oh, God, I’m sorry. I left, I didn’t-I shouldn’t have, Gohan, I’m so sorry.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry. After the Cell Tournament, I left, I started traveling through time. I met Bardock and had some adventures, but then I started getting sick and I came back to Earth and ran into your little brother and Trunks, but he was older, and Burama and everyone else. And Burama said--she said--” I stopped, not sure. I studied his eyes.

“Story--” he froze, hand touching my stomach for the first time. His eyes widened. “Story, what is this?”

I said it quickly. “I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.”

He froze, eyes widening, breathing stopping. His face went pale. He didn’t move or say anything.

Which panicked me. “Gohan?” I shook his shoulder. “Gohan, say something!”

“Is-why are you here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is it mine--I mean, of this timeline?”

I nodded.

His hand hovered over my stomach and he stared at the bulge. “How far along?”

“I don’t know.”

He caressed my stomach gently. “I’m a father,” he said softly. “I’m a father.”

I pushed away from him. “We told everyone it happened during the Majin Buu incident. I don’t know what that is. Oh, by the way.” I told him where to find his grandfather. “Go get him whenever you can.” I stood, pushing away from him. “I have to go back to the future.”

He stood. “So this is the last time I’m going to see you for how long?”

“Seven years.”

He nodded. “Okay. So the last time I make love with anyone was three days ago?”

“Yes.”

His eyes held mine. “Seven years . . . without making love to you, without waking up next to you, without seeing my child.” His eyes closed. “Seven years.”

I watched him for a minute. “Gohan?”

“I can wait . . . I can wait those seven years, but you have to promise me, Story, that you’ll come back.”

I nodded. “Of course. Of course, I promise.”

His eyes opened. “Then quickly. Nine years will be easy on you, but hard on me.”

I nodded again. “Yes, of course.” I raised up slightly and kissed his cheek. “Seven years. I’ll see you in seven years. I promise.” I turned.

“Story?”

I looked back. “Yes?”

“It means a lot that you came back to tell me.”

I smiled. “I’m glad it means that much to you.”

“I love you, Story.”

I froze, not sure.

“You don’t have to say it. I know how you feel.” A soft smile. “If I’d had any doubt of that, you coming back would’ve proven it.”

I nodded. “Bye.” I turned away again and focused. The twisty feeling filled me once more and I was gone. It took several more tries, but finally I was back on a place that looked like Earth. This place was abandoned, everyone was dead. I hurried along my path quickly, following the feel of a fight. One who was exceedingly strong, someone who was losing. I came into sight with a green Namekian wondering toward a fallen, black-haired man. I recognized that man and hurried toward him quickly. “Dende, no! Go hide!” I yelled. “I’ll heal him!”

Dende looked up. He nodded and ran off.

I landed beside Gohan, lifting him gently. “Gohan, it’s me, Story.”

His eyes focused on me. “St-Story?”

I nodded, supporting his weight. “Bite me, Gohan. Heal and strengthen. Take six mouthfuls. That should be enough to strengthen you.”

“Story, you’re pregnant, I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can. Do it now or the Earth is dead.”

He nodded, raised up and bit into my throat, drawing blood. At five mouthfuls, he started to pull away and I pulled him back. He swallowed once more and moved away. His eyes were closed and I could see his wounds healing and feel his power increasing greatly. His eyes opened and he was smirking. “I feel it. . . . My new power.” Gohan stood, looking toward the big, pink thing. “You’re dead, Buu.”

“What are you talking about? You couldn’t take me out five minutes ago--what makes you think you can do so now?”

He chuckled. “Five minutes ago, Story wasn’t here. Your bad luck that she showed up.” He looked down at me. “You stay, at least until I’ve finished him off.”

I nodded. “Okay.” I stood. “You might need me after--” Buu surged toward me with a speed I couldn’t follow. I let out a scream and I didn’t see what happened next, but in the next second, Buu was flying across the area and Gohan was standing in front of me.

“I’ve changed my mind. Get the hell out of here. You’re in too delicate a condition to be here now.” He turned to look at me. “Buu will go after you now. Go. Now.”

I nodded, stood. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See that you do.”

The feeling spread through me and I let it. “I love you, Gohan.” It took several tries, once again, but finally, I ended up on a peaceful-looking Earth. Once more, hoping it would yield the same results, I nestled under a tree and fell asleep. This time, when I heard voices, I made myself fully awaken. I was looking up at Goten and Trunks. “Hi,” I said, smiling.

“Are you Story?” Goten asked. “Big Brother talks about you. He told us once that you were supposed to return when he was eighteen.”

Trunks shook his head. “We kept waiting, but you never showed up. Gohan was certain something bad had happened to you.”

I stood. “What do you mean, I never showed? How long has it been?”

“Gohan’s twentieth birthday is today.”

My eyes widened. “No, no way.”

He nodded. “Yea.”

“I need to be there.”

Trunks nodded at me. “I have an idea! We can bring Story to mom! She’ll know what to do!”

Goten beamed. “That’s a great idea!” He grabbed my arm, pulling me with him. “Let’s go!”

Trunks grabbed my other arm. “Yea! Mom will be able to do it!”

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An hour later, Burama and I were out in a tailor’s shop. She was giving orders, telling them to make sure my baby stomach stood out. She wanted to shock Gohan, give him a birthday present he’d never forget. The gown she was having made for me was a cream colored, layered, silk gown. It was beautiful. She even had them do my hair and make-up. Apparently, Burama was hosting a ball for his birthday party. There was a girl that was invited that Burama told me to watch out for, saying she really liked Gohan, but that Gohan didn’t have interest in her.

It wasn’t until I was outside the door of the ball that I began to really feel nervous. I didn’t want to go in.

Burama, beside me, said, “Go in.” She pushed me slightly.

I gulped. “Okay, here goes.” Slowly, still keeping my Ki low, I went through the doors, then froze. For a moment, nobody noticed me, then slowly, so very slowly, everyone looked up. I was very shocked to find Hercule Satan there, along with Android Eighteen and a girl I didn’t know. She had short hair and was wearing a slinky, one shouldered black, ankle-length gown. She looked up at me first, eyes widening, then narrowing in scorn as she noticed my stomach. I suddenly felt like a moron.

Android Eighteen looked up. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. For a moment, she didn’t speak, nor move. Finally, she let out a shrill, “Story?!” Realizing she’d nearly yelled my name and everyone was staring at her, she turned and ran out, past me, quickly. I looked back at her, for just a second, and when I looked back, I met black, black eyes and my breath caught.

He was standing at the other side of the room, but I noticed him instantly now. His eyes were all for me, wide, shocked, mouth slightly open. He looked devilishly handsome in a black tux, tall, muscular, making those black eyes stand out so well. He took a step toward me, then was running toward me. He stopped two inches from me and stared down at me. This was the first time I realized how much taller than I he was. I came up to his waist.

I looked up at him. “Gohan?”

His arms came around me, slowly, hesitantly. “Story, you’ve come.”

I leant against him. “Hi.” I went up on tiptoe. “Gohan, I’m pregnant, you have to pretend you’re shocked,” I whispered.

He nodded, then backed away. “Oh, wow! Story, what’s happened?” He touched my stomach. “Story?”

I blushed, couldn’t answer.

He smiled softly. “You’re pregnant,” he said, knowing how I felt.

I nodded.

He pulled me back into him. “I’m going to really be a father.”

“Yea.”

Taking my hand into his gently, he pulled me along with him into the crowd. The first person to come up to me was Goku. He hugged me. “I’m going to be a grandfather?” he asked hesitantly.

Gohan nodded. “Yes.”

Goku grinned. “That’s great!”

Chichi smiled gently at me, hugging me carefully. “I’m so happy for you, Story. I’m glad it’s you.”

The black-haired girl, the one who’d given me a dirty look, came up to me. “Who’re you?”

Gohan put his arm around me protectively. “This is Story.”

She looked up in shock at him. “The girl you’re always talking about?” He nodded and she said, “I thought she’d never show. For all the time she was gone, I thought she was a dream! Nice of you to show your face now! And, look, you’re pregnant.”

Gohan pulled me in closer. “She’s pregnant with my baby, Videl, so watch what you say to her.”

Videl’s eyes widened. “What?!”

He nodded. “Yes. My baby.”

Someone touched my shoulder. “Welcome back, Story.”

I turned. Vejita. “Hi,” I said, smiling.

“I see you are . . . pregnant.” He didn’t seem that happy.

“Excuse me a moment,” I said to everyone else. To Vejita, I said, “Can I speak with you alone for a moment?”

He nodded, eyes narrowing, turned and led me to a little back door that led out into a large garden. He sat on a bench and I sat next to him. “Out with it.”

“I’m pregnant, as you know. . . .”

He nodded.

“I don’t have a family . . . Or a father. . . .”

His body stilled.

“I’d be honored if you’d become my child’s godfather. You know, if anything happens to me and Gohan . . . Kind of like an honorary grandfather?”

He smiled slightly. “Yes, Story. I can do that.”

I hugged him. “Thank you, Vejita.”

Gohan came out, face serious. “Story, I need to talk to you.” Without waiting for an answer, he went into the garden, knowing I would follow.

I stood, smiled at Vejita, and went after him. I followed him for a good time before we came to the middle of the garden, surrounded by roses and other flowers. “Yes, Gohan?”

He turned to me, face so solemn. “I’ve wanted to do this for awhile now, but you haven’t shown up. Story, keep an open mind to what I am about to say.”

I nodded, heart pounding.

“Story . . . Since the day I met you, I had a feeling about you, a deep feeling, one that I knew, even then, would turn to something more. When I first saw you, you know what I thought? I was frozen for a good five minutes just staring at you, thinking Gosh, she’s beautiful. I couldn’t say it and I was afraid of what would happen if I had said it and I knew you’d saved my life. I could see that there was more than just beauty to you. You have a kind, beautiful, golden heart. And even then, I could see it. When you left the first time, I was so afraid I’d never see you again, but I knew you’d return. Whether you wanted to or not. I just didn’t know when you would.

“And then you did return . . . I could see in your eyes that you really did recognize me, but that you were afraid to realize it. I could see that you knew who I was, even though you pretended not to. It made me glad, happy to see that look in your eyes. That fearful, yet hopeful look. Then that day in your kitchen, the first day we made love . . . Story, you were so beautiful that day, bouncing up and down a million times a minute. You were beautiful and cute. And it was then that I knew that I had to have you, one way or another. My original plan had been to make your defenses crumble in orgasm, but then the way your body reacted to me, the way you reacted--and the way you kept saying I was too young made me continue, made me make you mine in more than one way.

“That was the day I made you mine in body, soul and heart.” He looked away for a moment, then back at me. “That was the day I knew that I needed you. I decided to take you as mine. That day, that day I made you mine and I decided to keep you as such. Then you came back . . . you came back just to tell me I was a father.” He smiled. “You came back just for that reason. It made me so happy to know you cared that much, to know that you truly did love me, even though you wouldn’t say it. I knew you loved me then. Then . . . I knew I would have to wait seven years to be a father, to have you as mine, as fully and truly mine, and I was prepared to wait.” He shook his head. “But no more, Story. It’s done and over with.”

My breathing stopped, body tensed and my heart just . . . just stopped. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. My eyes were wide, fearful. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying it’s over. I’m done waiting for you.”

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