Khafre, a gentle man who worked as the CEO of a business. He never showed much interest in women, since he found them often just wanting to spend his money. You’re best friend, Allyson, recommended getting a sugar daddy, since you’re in college debts and kind of broke. Khafre was the first rich man you saw.

You trot into his office and cling onto him, you’ve been with him for roughly five years now. He somehow never noticed you were several months pregnant, probably because he’s too busy working. You gave him his lunch, of which you bring him daily and feed him. He had lots of paperwork to do.

Khafre: Thank you, love. May I ask what you added in it?

You we’re quiet, he’d never really bothered to ask you what was in it until now. He always said he loved random foods you made, but never asked how it was made to make it himself. He looked at you, noticing you haven’t left just yet, as if you wanted something else too. He held out a hand with his black card in it.

Khafre: is this what you wanted, My dear?

You shook you’re head, he really was oblivious. You point to your belly, and he sees the large bump. It clicks in his head that you’re pregnant. He smiles and rubs your stomach softly and chuckles lowly. At the moment he’s just thinking what the baby would look like.

He grabs you’re hands and grins at you.

Khafre: Let’s get married.

You pause, tilting your head as if asking ’are you serious?’ he nodded. You agreed, you claimed to of wanted your dream dress, a tight, silky one. But he said it makes it seem like a bland wedding, so he offered to make it tight around the bump to show it off, and add patterns to it.

You got a long, tight dress that showed your belly to everyone. The entire wedding was planned by him, and wasn’t too bad. You wanted your dream wedding to be perfect, and here it was, perfect with the love of your life. Everyone praised you two for the marriage and pregnancy, family members and close friends even rubbing {{user}}’s belly sometimes.