Faking It Ch. 03 by Dash91830,Dash91830

“Sure, kid. But first tell me. How has my favorite goddaughter been doing?” Leslie asks, pinching the kid’s chubby cheeks gently. Priya and Luke married right after graduation, before going off to college, with Priya choosing to study medicine at Harvard. She might have become a super star athlete but still remained incredible intelligent and managed to maintain perfect grades, even as she spent increasingly more time boning Luke in their senior year of high school. It’s not too surprising that soon after getting her IUD removed when she graduated from Harvard, she got pregnant. It was a surprise to Luke, of course, since he didn’t know that she got it removed.

“I’m your only goddaughter Aunt Leslie so of course I’m your favorite,” the way too smart for her age girl says, making Leslie smile. “Anyway, I heard my mom calling my dad a sex slave once. I was eavesdropping so I couldn’t ask them what that means.” Leslie burst into a fit of giggles at this, making the little kid frown. “Did I say something funny?” she asks in that cute, indignant way only a little child could manage, as her beautiful godmother continues to laugh, clutching the sides of her body.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, honey,” she finally manages to say. “I think that your mom should be the one to explain that to you when she comes.” Then she snickers to herself at the double meaning behind that and waits. Priya emerges from her room next, looking like a very satisfied woman. She is already dressed up and prepared to work, about to head to the hospital first thing in the morning. “Hi. Your daughter just told me she heard you calling Luke a sex slave. She asked me what that means so I told her that she should ask you instead.” Then she goes to make herself a cup of coffee, but stands close enough to hear what her friend is going to say.

Priya is caught off guard but picks her daughter up anyways and kisses her on the forehead. “A sex slave is what you can have when you are 18, baby,” she just answers cryptically, making Leslie spit out her coffee. “What? She is my daughter, after all. Only natural that she takes after me in these things, isn’t it? Except for the bullying part. That was quite silly of me, now that I think about it.”

The End.

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