— max & bambi
Max knew this was the time for him to say something. He knew he had to admit to being infertile to her. It would be unfair to let her continue with this when he knows the kid is not his. What if she didn’t want the kid if it wasn’t his? But even though he knew it was the right thing to do, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. She seemed so set on it, and he really didn’t want to disappoint her.
So, he just nodded his head in agreement. Maybe she would want the baby anyway. She had to know there was a chance the baby wasn’t his. But, he wouldn’t dare bring it up. “Yeah. Sounds fun. I mean, it’s a little early, but we can make it work. I’ll get a more stable job or something…”
"An' I can head into bein' a cam girl or somethin'. Since I gotta quit my job for a bit. Or forever, dunno if they'd want me back with an after baby body," Bambi said, letting out a sigh. "M'sure there are enough creeps who wanna see my future fat ass on camera. Weird ass pervs."
Despite figuring that all Max did was just tolerate her profession, Bambi couldn't help but keep bringing it up in that moment. She wasn't being responsible, having a kid. Her kid was going to find out that she made a living off of being in porn videos, usually ones that were just fetish material. It didn't make it any better that any maternity leave would just knock her out of any future potential work. They'd find someone brand new and ready to do anything — that was inevitable. Bambi had just hoped that it wasn't going to happen so soon.
"We can make it work. Y'can sell all the awesome stuff y'film. Just gotta buy a crib and diapers, right? We got this."













