What To Do If Your Best Friend Gets Your GF Pregnant
You’re a simple man. You just want things done the right way. You have a huge sparkling vintage emerald-cut diamond for her, you already bought a house in her name, and you’ve been trying to get her to go on a romantic getaway vacation so you can impregnate the shit out of her.
There is nobody you can talk to about this. All of your friends are still fucking around, no interest in settling down and popping out babies. They’re living their best bachelor lives while you stay back from the club even though your girlfriend is probably, definitely, there with them. You just want to be the best boyfriend ever for her and show her you want to lock it down. Every waking moment is consumed by the thought of you finally filling her up with as much cum as it takes to give her no choice but to swell with your babies, not that she’s ever let you finish in her before. In a sad, futile attempt to save all your cum for her you don’t even bother jerking off, not even while she’s out having fun with your friends.
Nobody asks you to come out with them. You stay home on the premise of being a good, faithful man but the truth is that everybody just has so much more fun when you’re not there. Your girlfriend is the life of the party without even trying. She shows up, the most beautiful woman in the room, arms linked with her beautiful friends who wouldn’t even spit in your direction if you begged them to. Everything about her is god-like to the point everyone forgets she has a boyfriend, forgets they were friends with you in the first place. Of course she never talks about you, what is there to say? You’re a joke compared to her, your relationship a fluke if it weren’t for the house and vintage diamonds—then it all makes sense.
It all makes sense when she stops going to the club anymore, just to be picked up for “dinner” every night by your best friend. It all makes sense when you see his name on her phone while she’s in the bathroom throwing up every morning, shortly after he drops her off. It all makes sense when she stops coming home, only to make an appearance to pick up the expensive bikinis you had paid for her to bring on vacation for just you two. That, and your credit cards. It all makes sense when eight, nine months after the last time she lived in the house you bought for her, you find out through social media that she’s given birth to a beautiful baby who looks so familiar he could be the spitting image of your best friend.
Then, as if straight out of the dream you’ve had every night since she left you, she comes back. It’s really her. She’s more beautiful than ever, as if getting railed by your best friend sparked something in her you could never reach. An aura of gold shines through her as if she was the sun herself, as you realize this moment, one in which she has yet to say anything to you, in which you can’t even tell if she remembers who you are, is the best thing to happen to you since she left years ago. How long has it been? You can’t even remember. Your life has been a blur since she exited your life, your relationship an unmemorable experience for her but changed the course of your life forever. Life is black and white now, events marked only as Before Her, and After Her, all while she doesn’t think about you at all.
When she returns to you after all this time, she stands on the front porch, no intention of saying anything to you. She looks at you, up and down, and you can see that she’s still the same in that she’s never been able to mask her disdain for you. You want to tell her, yes, you know, you’re disappointed in yourself too, but you don’t. It goes without being said. You always wanted things done the right way. You grab the duffel bag you packed years before, the same night your best friend picked her up for dinner the first time, and tell her everything you’ve ever wanted to tell her all this time in one sad, pathetic, knowing smile. You leave the house you bought just for her, your best friend waiting in the drivers seat of a moving truck as you toss the front door keys at him, not even a stir from their newborn baby as you walk away from life as you know it, forever.
