What am I going to do? I wasn't expecting to have a baby, much less one with my boss. I didn't even think humans and slimes could have children. Fool. Should I even tell Pinter? I might lose my job if I-
A firm grip on my shoulder brings me back to reality.
“G-good morning mister Pinter!”
TW: Mentions of abortion
" Doll, you look like a ghost just flied by. " The slime inspects you, a little too close for comfort.
An instinctual part of you wonders if he can tell, if he can smell it, see it- Sweat beads on your forehead.
" Did you even sleep? " Apparently, not even the makeup can hide the ghastly bags under your eyes. He's more than right, you didn't catch a wink of sleep, not a moment of shuteye. How could you, when the pregnancy test kept flashing every time your eyelids so much as threatened to close?
You even went through the trouble of getting a pregnancy test designed for human-monster couples.
" Uhm poorly, I guess- "
" Get in my office, I'll fetch us a drink. " Pinter waves you off, presumably to go and find something so caffeinated you'll start rattling.
Too much coffee would probably hurt the baby...
What are you even thinking?! You don't know if you're going to keep it yet-
Your poor legs carry you on auto-pilot, sitting politely at the chair opposite to Pinter's, staring off into the creases of its aged leather.
" Hey, don't fall asleep on me now. "
Unlikely occurrence, with the volume his voice tends to carry. In fact, your skin pebbled. The slime deposits a warm, dark drink before you, the scent of coffee comforting your anxiety-riddled mind for the briefest of seconds.
" S- Sorry, sir. "
" What's on your mind? " Your boss prods, sitting by his side of the large desk, tapping away at a laptop.
The most uncomfortable pause of your entire life follows.
You have to let Pinter know, no matter where this takes you. Even if he reacts poorly, moves you somewhere else, fires you- He needs to know, because this isn't something that can be hidden. You can make all the hard decisions on your own after you understand how he feels about it.
There's a small, beaten voice within you that wonders if it would be viable to have a family with Pinter. Because you're not even sure what you two have going on. There's a mutual attraction, a sort of chemistry between you- You've memorized the way his slime feels on your body by now... But whatever could blossom from that is halted by the barriers of a professional power dynamic, and the inability to breach them. The reluctance to do so. Pinter wants you, Pinter gifts you things, he's protective of you and confides at times, but does he love you? Does he actually care for you specifically, or would he do the exact same thing to some other assistant if he had to get rid of you?
Do you love him? Do you think he's father material?
Fuck.
" Sir, how many kids do you have again? "
The slime halts his typing for a second.
" Just the one, my boy Gallon. Did I tell you he's a bartender? Insane talent for drinks, and I'm not just saying that because I'm his dad. "
The way he sounds so proud of his own son almost makes you smile faintly.
" Oh, yeah- Yes, I remember now. " You cough. " Did you ever think about... Giving him a sibling? B-Back then. "
Oh God that was so on the nose, ew.
The monster hums.
" Actually, me and Quarta debated that, but we didn't think the boy could handle it at the time. So we waited some more, but at that point things were already going sideways- You know how it is. "
" Mhm. "
You're so sweaty you can feel your ass glue itself to the seat beneath you.
Pinter finally sets his laptop aside, facing you completely.
" Where's this all coming from, dollface? "
What do you even say to that-
" Do you want to have kids one day? "
What does that question imply? Is he asking if you want to take a break from work eventually, to start a family? Or is he asking if you want to have children with him?!
Some of the filth the slime growled into your ears in heated moments certainly pointed to that, but those are just fantasies, just fetishes- The kink of impregnating someone, not at all reflective of one's real desires beyond- Why is he smirking?!
" Sir, I- "
You take a long, deep breath.
" I'm pregnant, sir. "
Pinter's eyes widen, he freezes in time.
" Found out yesterday, when I finally worked up the courage to buy a test. Two, actually. "
His expression is unreadable, staring down at the table with brows furrowed, as if processing the information.
If he's angry at you, if he demands an abortion- Could you even go through with it? Would you? Do you want this child no matter what happens?
The sound of your name finally rings, pulling you out of the jaws of a spiral about to suck you in. You hadn't even realized that you were shaking.
" ... Are you serious? " He pushes.
You almost want to slap him. " Of course! I would never joke about- "
" You should have called me immediately, doll! " The slime rises suddenly, his chair almost tumbling to the ground as he crowds you, hands on either side of yours. A wild grin tears his cheeks apart.
" I get to be a dad again- Oh you just made my whole year, doll. We have to celebrate. "
Green hands cradle the sides of your face, Pinter tries to lean in for a kiss.
" S-So you want it? " You're incredulous.
" We're keeping them. " His tone is final.
" I'm... O-Oh, I'm so glad, I- " Maybe it's the jarring relief of having so much stress seep off your back at once, the miraculously positive way he accepted this news, compared to all your terrible expectations, but you're tearing up.
Crying, wanting to sob like a baby.
Pinter chuckles, thumbs wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. There's not a single inkling of resistance when he finally kisses you, a deep and affectionate touch to the gesture. He pushes your head against his body and strokes your hair, high on the news.
" Come home with me today, dollface. We're gonna work everything out. "
You only nod, silent for a while.
" Sir...? "
" Pinter. Just Pinter when it's us now. "
" Pinter- " It feels alien. " I don't know- I don't know how to care for a slime baby. "
He laughs, broad hand petting your back.
" Don't stress your little head out, and let me take care of everything, okay sweetheart? "
Maybe, maybe this won't be so bad.










