Sixteen

"Do you want kids?" I ask James suddenly. He pauses mid lick of his ice cream and stares at me, tongue slightly out of his mouth, the sunshine highlighting his startled expression. I gesture to the kids who are playing in the park and explain, "seeing them, it made me realize that we haven't had this conversation yet."

He follows my gaze to the laughing kids and goes back to eating his ice cream, "sure, why not. Could be fun."

Now it's my turn to be startled, "are you serious? You want kids?"

"Is that such a surprise?" He asks.

"Yes," I admit.

James grins at me and tosses his ice cream in the trash next to the bench before sliding closer to me, "why is it so surprising that I'd want kids with you?" He leans in and whispers in my ear, "why wouldn't I want to fuck you relentlessly and fill you with my cum until you're full and round with my baby?" He pulls back and says normally, "I think pregnant you would be hot." He pauses for a moment before nodding and adding, "we should start