Renamon was shocked, no, astounded.
There was plenty of ways to describe her state, but astounded sounded about right.
She was pregnant, three weeks in. Rika had concernedly suggested taking a pregnancy test, just in case.
This wasn't a "Just in case." scenario anymore.
placing her three fingered hands on her belly, thinking.
She wasn't showing yet, but it was only a matter of time.
Three weeks ago, after Rika had turned 18, She had been dragged along to a night club to celebrate.
Rika used a fake ID to get in; Renamon simply raised her eyebrow to do the same.
The club was nothing like what Rika said it would be.
Yes, it was loud; painfully so.
Yes, they had drinks; they were very expensive.
And yes, you could dance; if you could find a spot on the floor that wasn't occupied.
Renamon was not having a good time.
She ended up spending the rest of her time there at the bar, drinking.
It wasn't too long before a rather cute human male slid into the stool next to her and began buying her drinks.
She didn't remember much after that beyond a flash of pain in her nethers; no doubt losing her virginity to the young man, and then... nothing.
Well, she blushed, she could remember the feelings that came after, the pleasure, but she had no images to put to the sensations.
None bar the young man's face, which stuck out like a sore thumb in her hazy recollection.
She did remember the next morning however, and the folded note with a phone number on it, "Call me!" written inside.
For some reason, she gets the feeling he wouldn't be at all opposed to spending more time with her, regardless of the reason.
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