Chapter 6

Kennedy flipped an angry Emily on her back and pinned her arms above her head. Her body was now covered in chocolate too.

“Doll… My doll…” She moaned moving herself inside her lover.

“Don’t be angry. I wasn’t asking because I wanted you too. I just wanted to know.” Emily knew her well enough to know she wasn’t lying.

“God, doll. I know it is too soon, but I don’t want you to go on the pill or anything. I want to fill.” Thrust “Your.” Thrust “Womb.” Thrust “With.” Thrust “My.” Thrust “Seed.” Thrust “And.” Thrust “Our.” Thrust “Child.”

She looked down at Emily with hope. “What do you say? Will you have my baby?”

Emily was stunned. She had always wanted a baby when she found the one she would spend the rest of her life with but never thought it would happen this fast.

But she loved her more than her own life. Was she ready for this?

“You know that if we do this and it needs you will have to marry me sooner than we thought? I don’t want our baby to be born a bastard.”

Kennedy felt her eyes well up.

“You mean we can? We can have a baby?”

“Yes. But for all we know I already am on my way.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you!” Kennedy kissed her over and over.

“So much. More than anything.” Moments later they were tangled in a teary, chocolate kiss and Kennedy was still pumping herself inside her.

With one of her hands she reached down between them and started rubbing Emily’s nub.

She wanted to make sure she came too and being so tight, Kennedy knew she wouldn’t last long.

As if on cue minutes later just as she released Emily did too.

“I’m tired, Ken. Will you clean me?” Kennedy chuckled and stood up with Emily in her arms.

“You are lucky you are so tiny… Other than your gorgeous ass and tits or I wouldn’t be able to carry you,” She half joked.

“You don’t have to be nice. I know I’m not slim and have a pudgy belly.”

Kennedy looked over Emily’s flat stomach in confusion.

“Doll, you are not pudgy. In fact I think if you got any skinnier I would be worried,” She said honestly as they entered the bathroom.

“You think?”

Kennedy frowns, “Why would you think that you are fat when your not?”

Emily averted her eyes.

“Steve told me,” She said at an almost inaudible level.

Another reason for me to kill the fat bastard. Kennedy thought.

“Have you seen him, doll?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“He is fat, just like his daddy and I’m sorry to say your mummy too. You, on the other hand, are skinny enough to be a model. The only reason fatty said that to you us because the bastard was trying to break you, make you think you were ugly, so you wouldn’t get with anyone and then he could have you. Because he has no chance any other way.”

“You really think so?” Emily asked still quiet.

“I know so, doll. I mean, come on… Who wouldn’t want you, doll? You have the face and body of a beautiful angel and the personality to match.”

“Thank you, Ken. But I wish I was more sexy, like you… Maybe without the willy though,” Emily said giggling. “It looks good on you, but I want to keep my miss.”

Kennedy smiled, but said seriously, “Don’t ever think you are not perfect, because you are.”

The couple went on to kiss, shower. Where Kennedy washed a very tired Emily and herself and then went to their bedroom. Where she blow dried both of their hair’s before settling down together to bed.

**

The next morning Emily woke up in an empty bed, naked.

Eyes still hooded, she got out of bed and grabbed and threw on one of Kennedy’s large over sized shirts which before Emily came, she used to sleep in. But now they both slept naked. Emily’s clothes were still packed.

Sleepily she shuffled her way into the nearby kitchen, where she saw Kennedy playing on a laptop, whilst something was cooking. She too was in a shirt.

Kennedy heard the shuffling noise and immediately looked up. “Aww sleepily doll,” She cooed.

“You looked so cute,” She grinned closing the laptop and tapping her lap.

Emily shuffled over and sat on her lover’s lap. “What are you doing up? I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“I couldn’t sleep. I missed you.” She was still half asleep and rested her head on Kennedy’s chest.

“Aww, sorry, dolly.” She kissed her cheek. Stood up and placed Emily on the chair as she went back to cooking.

“By the way, you look hot in that shirt. I love the way your thigh ass peeks out the bottom.”

“Shh and finish the food so we can hug again. I’m lonely today,” A slowly falling to sleep Emily mumbled.

Kennedy glanced back to see Emily had fallen asleep. But the truth was she didn’t mind. She was so happy and so in love, she loved that Emily felt the same.

After turning the eggs and putting some bread in the toaster, she returned to her laptop. This time placing it on the kitchen counter. She knew Emily was asleep and wouldn’t see a thing, which is what she wanted. She sent the email she had spent the last ten minutes writing to the important man. The man she had secretly, when ever Emily’s back was turned, sent the last thirty two hours trying to find.

**

The next time Emily woke up she was again in bed and very confused.

“Kennedy?” She mumbled prying her eyes open.
“Yes, doll,” The voice came from in front of her.
“What am doing here? I remember going to hug you in the kitchen and laying my head on your juicy boobies… Or maybe that was a dream… I like your boobies. You’re pretty, if you ever changed your mind and wanted a vagina, then you can. I will still love you. But let’s have a baby first. Then when you have it I can kiss your lady garden too.”

Kennedy chuckles at her lover’s tired mumblings. Kennedy had gotten up extra earlier so they come leave earlier to go to see her brother and his wife.

She looked down at the girl proudly, this girl that had fallen as deeply as she did herself. She didn’t think it was possible for Emily to love her that much, not after she kept such a big secret for almost the first three months of their friendship. But now, every time she says something, it makes Kennedy more and more surprised how much she does care.

“Thank you, doll. I love you too. But my mister is here to stay. But I am still your girly, right?”

“Yes, my most prettiful girly. I wish I was so gorgeous as you.”
Kennedy wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful woman, but she knew she was to tired to listen.

“Eat up, doll. I made you breakfast.”
Emily’s eyes widen “You made me breakfast in bed?”

“Yes. Why do you seem so surprised? I was making it when you came in the kitchen and fell asleep on my boobies.”

“I didn’t notice,” She admitted. “I just wanted to make sure you was still here and haven’t ran off.”
“I would never,” Kennedy said softly, leaning forwards and placing a lingering kiss on her girlfriends lips.
“I know,” Emily said, but didn’t sound convinced.

Kennedy had a plan to prove she wasn’t leaving, but that was not for right now.

The pair sat of the bed together, both eating a plate of toast and eggs.
Emily kept on telling a very happy Kennedy how good it was and moaned almost everything the food went in her mouth.

Once they had finished, Emily flopped back on the bed mumbling thanks, looked at the clock and gasped.
“Why am I up at six o’clock?”

Kennedy’s smile never faltered.
“You know, even annoyed you are cute,” She said ignoring the question.
“Ken…” Emily drew out the name in an almost whine.
“Emily…” Kennedy copied.
Emily huffed, “If your not going to answer, I’m going back to sleep.” She pulled off the shirt, laid back and soon fall to sleep.

Kennedy chuckled looked at her sleeping mate.
“Fine. I’ll wash the dishes and I’ll be back,” She said, already knowing she wouldn’t hear.

After a coffee and doing the dishes she returned. Brushed her teeth, washed and got dressed and ready.

Then threw some clothes in a bag. She was surprised to learn that minus the shoes, Emily was the same size clothing and bra size as her. She was sure her dress size at least would be smaller. But then again, Emily did often wear baggy or oversized clothing.

Being a man in the past though, Kennedy’s feet is a woman’s size eight, large compared to Emily’s tiny size four feet.

Knowing she was too tired to pack, Kennedy’s went and packed a mixture of both their clothing, mainly Kennedy’s. Emily’s consisted of more unflattering items.

“We’ll have to go shopping, get us both new clothes. Especially you. Dollies wear pretty clothes, not…” She held up a shapeless dress as she talked to herself.
“This!” She spat the word.

In the end she took only a couple of pairs of Emily’s jeans and one pair of shoes. All the rest was her’s. She would buy Emily new clothes when they got time. She had always wanted to go on a long shopping trip with her, but Emily always made excuses. Partly because her lack of money and partly because her lack of confidence.

“Perfect.” She stood back smiling at the outfit she had laid out for her doll.

It all consisted of Kennedy’s clothing. Including the underwear, denim shorts – Which she knew Emily would never wear, normally… – and an off the shoulder dark blue woolen sweater, because it was the middle of November in England. But then why the shorts? Because Kennedy loved Emily’s legs.
Then finally a pair of black ankle boots she found in Emily’s case.

Now came the hard part. Getting her in the clothes.

“Emily, love, stand up for me.” Kennedy some how managed to get Emily to walk into the bathroom with her, brush her teeth and wash her face.
“My poor little zombie,” She chuckled watching her.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll be mummy,” She said taking the hairbrush and styling Emily’s hair into a loose ponytail.

In the end she ended up putting all of the clothes on her too. Emily’s eyes were open, but her brain wasn’t fully awake.

Deciding just to put a little amount of natural make up on them both.
“Where are we going?” Emily asked as she walked hand in hand out of the building with Kennedy, who was holding the bag with the stuff they needed in.

“Remember when my mum called yesterday?” She answered, her eyes raking up and down Emily’s legs, she still hadn’t noticed what she was wearing.

Emily’s brain took awhile to catch up. “Oh, yeah. Baby is popping out or maybe has by now?”

Kennedy giggled, “Yes, doll.” She opened up the car for them both to get in and placed the bag in the back.
“We are going out to see them. You nap if you want,” She added leaning over and kissing Emily’s cheek.
“I really shouldn’t wake you up this early. You are like a sexy little zombie.”

“I’ll be alright, love. Can you buy me a coffee? I mean if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

Before hitting the motorway, they stopped at a cafe that is well known for its good coffee, because Mcdonald’s coffee is rubbish.

Less than a minute after going in Kennedy returned with her second coffee of the morning and one also for Emily and also small bag with sandwiches and drinks for the road.

“Thank you, love,” Emily said taking a sip of her coffee. “This is good. I promise I’ll pay you back for everything, somehow.”

“Well, doll,” Kennedy was driving again.
“You don’t have to pay me back. But if you insisted, then you can pay me back in kind,” She said suggestively.

Emily opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when she noticed her clothing.
“Ken, what am I wearing? These aren’t mine!”