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Y/n happily helped me bake, and after that first night, I couldn't help but notice how quickly she seemed to move on from Schlatt. Eager to assist me with making bread, cookies, and everything else, she simply inserted herself into my life, and I never bothered to ponder why. It felt natural, her presence becoming an integral part of my daily routine.
I received countless kisses, hugs, and various other displays of affection, causing me to blush incessantly. The bunny hybrid seemed to have an endless reservoir of affection to shower upon me. As she draped herself over my neck while I attempted to set out buns for customers to buy, I found myself assaulted with kisses. Eagerly, I accepted each one.
"Mi amor," I whispered between kisses. "I need to-” Another kiss interrupted my sentence. "Put out the bread." And then, a long, deep kiss followed, leaving me feeling utterly captivated by her affection.
I placed the bread down as she lifted up her skirt. f*ck this was a terrible idea but we had f*cked everywhere in the house and she looked so eager for me. I placed the bread down. Pushing her into the wall. She tried to keep as quiet as she could. “Look at you so horny, you can’t even let me keep it in my pants at work.” She nodded, placing a hand over her mouth. “Gonna f*ck you right now, mi amor. Then after I’m gonna make you clean up the mess of the floor”
I wasted no time, slipping my dick out of my pants and pushing her against the wall. I slipped into her, easily as each day we had more than enough sex. But my little bunny was still horny as if it wasn’t enough.
Giddy, as she always came to me for all her needs. I f*cked her into the wall, fast and quick so I could go back out and fill the display with more bread. Y/n was pleased as she met each thrust with her hips. Until she org*smed onto the floor. Her messy c*nt, still throbbing for more. I didn’t pull away, like a hack hammer I pumped into her until my cum was pushed inside. She panted, and as I pulled out. And put myself away.
Face red, as I could not believe e I had f*cked y/n in the back of my business.
“Clean up the mess, mi amor.” She kissed me.
But I managed to escape, my face flushed red and my breath heavy. Despite the onslaught of kisses and short break for fun. I focused on putting out the bread. Fortunately, the customers were none the wiser, gratefully purchasing the bread without noticing how a certain bunny had just moments ago been attempting to shower me with kisses until I was breathless.
After the chaotic affectionate encounter with y/n, I found solace in the routine of tending to the bakery. The scent of freshly baked bread filled the air, calming my racing heart. As I arranged the loaves neatly on display, I couldn't help but steal glances at y/n, who was now busy attending to other tasks in the bakery.
Despite the overwhelming rush of emotions, I couldn't deny the warmth that spread through me at her presence. It was as if her infectious energy had infused the entire bakery with a sense of joy.
As the day went on, customers came and went, their faces lighting up as they bit into the freshly baked goods. I exchanged pleasantries with them, all the while stealing subtle glances at y/n, who worked diligently beside me.
She began packing up some bread, quite a large amount of it. "Where are you off with that, y/n?" I asked her curiously as she placed some money in the cash register. "It's for a delivery," she told me brightly. I smiled warily. "Honey, we don't do deliveries."
"I know!" she bounced, kissing me again before leaving. Her energy was infectious, and I couldn't help but grin as I watched her go, wondering what she was up to this time.
I never did get an answer, and each day at the same time, she was gone. But whenever I asked her where she took the bread, she would just smile and distract me, far too easily.
Despite my curiosity nagging at me, her infectious smile and playful demeanor always managed to divert my attention elsewhere.
Until I saw it, a bruise on her arm. My heart almost stopped at the sight. "Where did you get that, y/n?" I asked, my concern evident in my voice. She laughed, embarrassed. "I fell," she replied casually. But despite her attempt to brush it off, I couldn't shake the bad feeling that had settled in the pit of my stomach.
I didn't want to entertain the thought that she would ever go back to Schlatt, but the signs were starting to fall into place. The large quantities of bread she was taking, enough for a mass, coupled with the bruise on her arm and her reluctance to tell me where she was going, filled me with dread. The possibility that she might be cheating.
I was done asking her.
As soon as the rabbit hybrid bid me farewell with a kiss, I closed up the shop and followed her. Y/n was bouncing happily along the road, spreading joy with each step. She fed a bird some of the bread, and I nearly awed at her kindness. But it wasn't the end of her trip. As she spotted Tommy, he waved to her, and she gave him a roll as well, which he thanked her for.
At that moment, I thought maybe I was overreacting. Perhaps she was simply spreading goodwill by giving out bread.
But the direction she was heading came to a stop: the church. Instead of hopping away as usual, she spotted Schlatt sitting on the steps. She ran towards him, her arms wrapping around him as he caught her in surprise. There was the tiniest smile on his face as he patted her head. She held the bread out to him, and that bastard ate it! MY bread! My anger grew.
It was as if all my suspicions had been confirmed in that moment. The sight of y/n cozying up to Schlatt, offering him the bread that she had been taking from our bakery, felt like a betrayal. All the doubts and fears I had been harboring suddenly crystallized into a painful reality.
The realization hit me like a sledgehammer: she never loved me.
All the affection, the kisses, the moments we shared together seemed like nothing but a charade now. It was painfully clear that her heart had always belonged to someone else, someone unworthy of her love.
As I watched her with Schlatt, it felt like a dagger through my heart. The pain of betrayal cut deep, leaving me feeling hollow and broken. She had played me for a fool, and I had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
Emerging from my hiding place, I made my presence known, and the shock on y/n's face mirrored the turmoil within me. Meanwhile, Schlatt remained eerily calm, as if he had expected this confrontation all along.
"You've taken everything from me!" I bellowed at Schlatt, my voice laced with bitterness and betrayal. "You knew how much she meant to me, and yet you still went behind my back!"
To my astonishment, Schlatt didn't react with defiance or anger, instead, he simply absorbed my accusations with a chilling composure. Despite y/n's attempts to intervene, pleading with me and attempting to explain, I refused to listen, consumed by a sense of betrayal that overshadowed everything else.
Finally, when I had exhausted my tirade, Schlatt turned to Y/n with a cold, calculating gaze. "You didn't tell him," he stated flatly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.
"I was going to, I swear!" y/n protested desperately, her eyes filled with fear and remorse.
Schlatt's response was swift and uncompromising. "No coming back to the church until you do," he declared, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. And with those words hanging heavily in the air, I turned away, feeling utterly betrayed and broken by the one I had trusted the most.
Y/n stood before me, her eyes brimming with tears, but I refused to be swayed by her emotions any longer. "Qu-Quackity, I-" she began, but I cut her off, pushing her gently to the side. "I don't care! Go back to Schlatt, be his girl! I don't give a damn!" I spat out, my voice filled with bitterness and resentment.
She clung to the back of my shirt, her sobs echoing in the air. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner, but it was so hard," she pleaded, her words tugging at my heartstrings like they always did.
And in that moment, I realized I was still a sucker for her lies. But before I could respond, she blurted out the words that shattered my world. "I'm pregnant!" she shouted, and it felt like my heart stopped, the world spinning around me as I struggled to process the enormity of her revelation.
The shock of her announcement still reverberating through me, I couldn't help but be reminded of her smile while with Schlatt. "Is Schlatt the father?" I asked, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
"No," she replied, her voice trembling. "When we did... he always used protection after the first time."
The revelation brought a strange mix of relief and confusion. Relief that Schlatt wasn't the father.
"Then who is the father?" I demanded, unable to mask the pain and confusion in my voice. As the hurt flashed across her face, she looked away, unable to meet my gaze. "I'm positive it's you. It's only ever been you," she whispered softly.
"Then why are you here with Schlatt? He kicked you out, he hurt you, he saw you as nothing but a toy," I pressed, my frustration and anguish boiling over.
Caught like a deer in headlights, she hesitated before finally admitting, "We were only together for a week... It didn't work out. But he let me stay since I worked well with the church."
Her words cut through me like a knife, each one a painful reminder of the tangled web of lies and deceit that had ensnared us all. Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope amidst the despair. But before I could voice my thoughts, she continued, her voice barely above a whisper.
"He kicked you out," I reiterated, my confusion deepening with each revelation.
"I-I asked him to," she confessed, her voice barely audible.
I felt like I was walking in a fog, unable to comprehend her words. "What? Why?" I pressed, desperately trying to make sense of it all.
"I thought... maybe if you saw... you might take me in," she admitted, her voice trembling with vulnerability.
"What?" I exclaimed, struggling to grasp the implications of her actions.
"I may have liked Schlatt at first, but it was just a crush. I really liked you. I never slept with Schlatt after that once. I only ever did the cleaning and worked. Schlatt is a good person given the chance. He knew I liked you and helped in the only way he could," she explained, her words hitting me like a ton of bricks.
"By being a bastard," I muttered bitterly, unable to shake off my resentment towards Schlatt.
"I knew what he was up to, and I let him," she admitted, her voice filled with regret and self-reproach. "So the kid is really mine?" I questioned, my voice trembling with a mixture of hope and disbelief.
"I'll take a DNA test. I won't leave the house, I'll never see Schlatt again. Quackity, I swear you are the only one I ever loved. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," she pleaded, her eyes filled with sincerity and regret. As her words sank in, I realized the truth: Schlatt's calm demeanor wasn't a sign of guilt, but rather a reflection of his innocence. He had nothing to do with this.
He was still a Bastard.
She stood there standing trying not to cry. And it was just so manipulative... all of it. When I already liked her in the first place. Now there was a kid involve and- I still really f*cking loved her.
"Come here," I said softly, reaching out to her. She hesitated for a moment before stepping into my embrace, her body shaking with suppressed sobs.
"We'll take the DNA test. If it's positive, I'll get you a ring. I f*cking hate Schlatt, but we can keep delivering him bread. I'm not locking you in the house, but you're not going anywhere alone," I declared, my voice filled with determination.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't forgive you, not yet. Not right now. But I will," I replied, holding her tightly. But I kept my thoughts to myself I didn’t tell her if that kid wasn’t mine, I was going to lock her in the house until we had one of our own. If that kid wasn’t mine, I was going to wield the ring onto her finger. And if that KID f*cking wasn’t mine I was still going to love them like my own.
Till then I would take Y/n home.
And until the kid was born I would show her all the reasons she needed me. The first being at the end of this day she wasn’t going to be able to get off unless it was with me.
