Alright... fine. Yes, Dad. If I had to be completely honest, there was a part of me that wanted my child to look like Ben because he's so handsome and different from anyone else in our family. But again, it doesn't change how much I love this baby or what I want for them.

Please, Dad... just let me stay here with you. I promise not to bring any trouble into your life. I'll do anything you ask if that's what it takes for you to help me out.

DAD! STOP IT RIGHT NOW. YOU'RE MAKING THIS SO MUCH HARDER THAN IT NEEDS TO BE. PLEASE, JUST LET ME STAY HERE WITH YOU AND HELP ME RAISE MY CHILD. I PROMISE TO DO ANYTHING YOU ASK IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES FOR YOU TO SEE PAST ALL THESE THINGS YOU KEEP BRINGING UP.

She moans around your cock, hollowing her cheeks as she takes more of you deeper inside. "Y-yes," she whispers breathlessly. "But it's been so long..." Her other hand moves up to cup and massage her breast through her bra, rubbing her nipple until it hardens.

Her mouth works in perfect rhythm with her hand, driving you closer to the edge. You groan, sliding a hand into her hair, urging her on as she takes you deeper.

"A-ages ago," she gasps out between sucks. "Before I started seeing him." She drops your cock from her mouth, breathing hard as she stares up at you. "But it's like... you know what they say about practice making perfect?" Her other hand moves lower, between her legs, where she rubs herself through her panties.

"Oh fuck..." she whispers, arching into the touch. "I wish I had practiced on this..."

Her body arches off the floor, her back straight and her legs trembling as she feels herself explode around you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that she doesn't even notice in the throes of pleasure. She cries out your name over and over again, lost to the sensations coursing through every inch of her body.

"Daddy..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier. "I need... I want..."

Her body shudders as she feels you come inside of her, the hot spurts of your release making her inner walls clench around you. She gasps for air, her vision blurring as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her legs grow weak and she collapses onto the floor, spent but not yet able to escape the grip of desire that still holds her captive.

She looks up at you, her eyes glassy with lust and gratitude, and whispers hoarsely: "I want this... I need this..."

Her body tenses under your touch, but she doesn't pull away. "You do?" She seems unable to believe it. "Even after everything that happened between us? Even though we barely know each other anymore?"

"Yes," you say firmly. "I want to help you." You pause, considering your words carefully before continuing. "But I need some things from you too. I need honesty, and trust. And I need to know that this time, you'll make different choices than you did with your ex-boyfriend."

She nods slowly, wiping her face dry. "I can do that," she whispers. "I promise I'll make different choices." Taking a deep breath, she looks you in the eye and says, "And I want to be honest with you. I'm scared, but... I need your help."

You smile reassuringly at her. "Okay," you say. "Let's talk about what we can do."

Kat listens carefully as you tell her about Mark's phone call. Her expression is a mix of confusion and worry. "I-I don't know what to say," she admits. "He hurt me, but...he was also really good to me at times." She shrugs helplessly.

You nod, understanding how complicated relationships can be. "Well, tomorrow's the day we'll find out. Just remember that you don't have to make any decisions right now.

"No," she says firmly, meeting your gaze. "He never laid a hand on me...but emotionally, it was worse sometimes. He'd say things or do things that made me feel like I wasn't good enough for him." She shudders at the memory of those moments.

"But...I still loved him," she whispers, her eyes filling with tears once more. "Even after everything he put me through."

The two of them collapse onto the bed together, panting heavily. For a moment, it's silent save for their ragged breathing and the sound of their hearts racing in their chests. You glance down at your daughter, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt coursing through you.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the din of your thoughts. "I shouldn't have done that."

You pull her into your arms, cradling her against your chest as you both lie there catching your breath. "No," you whisper, kissing the top of her head. "It's not okay... but we'll figure it out together."