Life Hacks/Beth/Privacy/Hug her and assure her you will take care of her
Well, now that the egg is fertilized, you really don’t like the idea of denying it the opportunity to implant. Before may have been different, but now… you are not Catholic, but you have heard enough from your friend March that it seems like some of their ideas on life beginning at conception has sunk in on you. You can’t bare the thought of this life that you created with Beth being lost now. That being the case, the only option is for you to step up and do the right thing.
You pull Beth into your arms. She remains rigid and does not make any motions to accept your embrace, but she does not resist you either. She just continues to stare down at your semen that has made a mess on the bed and her ravaged exposed genitals, even craning her neck around to look around the obstruction of your arm as it blocks her view of this sight.
“It’s Ok Beth,” you tell her, “I’m sorry, this is my fault. I know it was stupid, but I’ll make sure to take responsibility for it. Since it’s my fault, I’ll make sure to take care of the baby.” You press a kiss to the side of her forehead, and then you bring your hand into her opened button-down shirt in order to rub her exposed flat belly that now contains the fertilized egg that will become your son or daughter.
You may not have been able to do much before as a normal 15 year old if you had gotten your sister pregnant then, but now with this hack, along with the fact that you’ve enhanced all your skills to the max, you are certain you will have no end to the potential options on how to take care of a family.
“Beth?” You call her name again. She still seems to be sitting there without responding. She must be in shock.
“Mmm…” She finally moans.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yeah..!” She growls. “A.. Are you SURE I had my egg ready?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” You tell her.
She begins holding the elbow of the arm that’s rubbing her belly with both her hands, smearing the remnants of your semen on the arm of your trench-coat. You allow her to pull your elbow tightly to her chest, giving up your rubbing of her belly, as she begins to curl up into a fetal position, more of your sperm being pressed out of her uncovered snatch by the compression of her belly.
“Wh… mm… Mom will be really mad if she finds out.” Beth whimpers out in a worried tone and then lets out a gasp. “What if Brittany finds out about it!?”
You’re really not sure if it’s sinking in that she’s pregnant, perhaps she’s still in denial about it. At any rate, it’s probably useful that she’s stressing about people finding out now.
What will you do?