Despite Dion being upset with me for staying out all night, I knew there was something else going on he wasn’t telling me about.   His brother doesn’t visit often but when he does, there’s always trouble.  As usual Dion wrapped his arms around my waist and spooned his body into mine, kissing my neck softly he murmured, "Sleep tight, honey.”

Before I could say anything back the baby started kicking my stomach.  Dion felt it and pulled his hand back with shock.   "Uh Spencer, what was that?"  He asked me with a scared and shaky voice.

I hadn’t told him I was pregnant yet because I was waiting for the perfect moment but there never was one.  Dion never said anything about my stomach growing and spreading, mainly because he was busy with other things.  Come to think of it, Ashley didn’t mention anything either.  She didn’t even notice my brand, or maybe she just didn’t want to impose any more than she already had. 

Anyway, I knew that this was the right time to tell Dion he was going to be a daddy.  I now know that I got pregnant before the rape and was farther along than I had originally thought.  I had to have sex with Dion before I could join the family and from that point on, we had sex every once in a while.  I had stopped having sex with him once my relationship with Madison started.  After all, I’m a prostitute only to make a living, but I am no cheater.  At least not anymore, plus it only happened once during our relationship.

About two weeks before Madison’s murder, Dion gave me some smack that got me so damn high, I didn’t know which way was up or which way was down.  I did know that I was depressed that I would never get out of the family, so when Dion started touching me, I gave in to the inevitable and let him fuck me.  The entire time I was thinking about Madison, knowing that I was trying to sabotage our relationship, but too damn high to really care.  Dion and I had some great, hot sex that night, at least three times and I didn’t make him use a condom like I usually insisted.  Like I said, I was really high, and not to state the obvious, not thinking clearly.  I just let him cum in me, not caring what might happen and not even realizing, in my fogged state of mind, what was happening.

I realized I was further along because I remembered that babies don’t start kicking until late in the 4^th month or the middle of the second trimester.  I had to be further along than I first thought because the baby, my baby, started kicking about a week ago and now it was kicking for its father. 

"I have to tell you something and I don’t know if you’re going to like it.”  My back remained turned towards him as I waited for him to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.  He was only silent for a few seconds but it felt like hours.

"What is it, and why did your stomach kick me?"  He asked with a confused and surprisingly, worried voice and face.

I turned and looked him in the eyes, "My stomach kicked you because I’m pregnant and I guess your child was saying hello." I forced a smile, hoping that I didn’t get a slap to the face or a kick in the gut.

Dion looked at me, shocked, "You’re Pregnant?!”