Elons approach
God, I hated my thoughts for doing this to me. I hated Joe for it as well. I was extremely frustrated, I hadn't had a proper date in months. I felt unloved and the thought of Abraham Lincoln seemed to fill that aching void.
I sat up and checked my phone. Elon was messaging me. That clingy bastard. I had slept with him once, it wasn't even a proper fuck, and he felt like he was higher than my husband.
I opened the phone and looked at the messages. They were pathetic.
“Donald answer me”
“That bastard Joe isn't worth your time”
“Donald please”
“I'll do anything”
“Donald?”
I looked at the phone and my brow furrowed, I let out a scoff and shut the phone.
“Can't with this asshat…” I mumbled under my breath, my hand moving to hold my pregnant stomach. I smiled as I thought of Joe, of what our child may look like. A precious little bundle of Joe, we would name her “Anna Bortion Biden”.
I stood up, letting out a small groan as I stretched my back. I took a few steps forward and looked at the calendar. Next week was my 3 month checkup. I was finally beginning to show, and in all honesty more than excited for my future with Joe.
I moved back to my chair and sat back, trying to decide who's rights to take next. There were obvious some minorities. None of them would be enjoyable. I let out a sigh, tears welling in my eyes. I was so excited to ruin people's lives, but these stupid hormones got in the way.
I picked up my phone, looking back at the messages Elon had sent me. Suddenly I get a call. I answer it, it's from Elon.
“Donald. Why haven't you been answering me?”
“Elon, I'm pregnant. I can't keep on doing this with you.”
“Why not? I can be a father to the child. A much better father than that dementia riddled fucker.”
“No you can't.”
“Why not. Why can't I get considered a better father than him.”
“Because you're not him. You're a horrible father to your biological children. I don't want my child to endure someone like you.”
“Listen here, slut! I'm -”
I hung up, rubbing my temples. I honestly couldn't be bothered to continue the conversation.