I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

"Really? Then how about the two of us bathe in chocolate? I can arrange that." Raea had a very devilish smirk.

This girl knew exactly how to push my buttons. And she was not afraid to push them, no sir.

"Say what!? You can!?" Okay, maybe, just maybe, I was a tiny bit interested. 

'My lifelong dream!'

"Snap out of it!" Elsa pinched my cheek. "Stop letting girls make a fool out of you like this. If every girl offered you some chocolate and declared their love for you, you'd accept or something?"

She had a point, but- but chocolate baths were my lifelong dream.

But-

But Elsa was right and I had to control myself.

"You're actually a lot more patient and have more self-control than I assumed. I guess I didn't fall for you for nothing. I'll back off for now but- how about you let me stay here. I'll do chores and even pay rent if you want. That way we'll at least figure out if we're compatible or not."

'Hey don't go assuming weird stuff about me.' Cause patience was the last thing I had. 

Marg looked at me and so did the rest of them. Apparently, this was my decision.

"I'm sorry but I cannot allow that." As much as I liked chocolate, I liked Marg… mor- okay, I liked them equally… I liked Marg just a tiny bit more though. "I love Marg and I'd rather not jeopardize our relationship over chocolate." I slipped my arm over Marg's shoulder and stood right next to her. This was one of the hardest comparisons of my life.

But yeah, I loved Marg and I was not afraid to say it.

'I love you too-' Marg whispered very faintly.

"I see." Raea smiled. "But I'm not backing out." With that said, she headed for the door, opened it, and closed it a second later. She came back. "But I'll stay the night here whether you like it or not. It's freezing." 

I didn't know why but that was oddly funny to me, as I found myself let out a chuckle without even meaning to. "Sure."

Anyway, with that over, I had a bigger thing to worry about. That being? Mom and Elsa's glares. Grandma meanwhile just rolled her eyes. It was almost like she was expecting something like this.

Uncle and Auntie were just minding their business in the corner. They'd probably stay the night. 

"This wasn't my fault you know?" Actually, I wasn't so sure. 

"Come here," Mom called me over to the corner.

The two of us had a discussion. 

The title of the discussion? 'Are you into S&M or something?'

Yeah, definitely not something a mother should ask her child. And no! I wasn't into that! I despised that! I hated that! Okay, maybe not entirely, but still! Why the hell would she even think of that!

"So, what was with the slave thing? First, you have a maid who's a bunny and now a slave? And might I remind you, she's probably the best-looking girl in this house right now. So, you're giving me very mixed signals."

I mean, she wasn't wrong. Raea really was the best-looking girl in this house and I might or might not have said something about her being my slave or something so yeah….

I could see where she got that idea.

"NO, she proposed to be my slave when I first rejected her. She challenged me to a duel and stuff. But then after losing it badly she tried to propose to me and from then on, she follows me around. And she's really good at it too. I never knew she trailed me all this time." Come to think of it, just how private were my private times, and just how much did that girl know?

Just the thought of someone constantly keeping an eye on you… scary and creepy at the same time. 

"Okay, but how many girls do you plan on marrying? Do you have a number?"

Did she really need to ask that?

"So far, three including Marg. One other girl had proposed and Marg acknowledged her and I think I might need to marry Enira." It was weird talking to mom about all this but we were really close. And since I never had a father, I almost always shared everything with her. And at times I hated myself for that. Maybe to escape being like this, I wanted to go to this academy and distance myself from my family so I could grow up a little. Sure didn't help me though. "I think I'm developing feelings for her."

And I only learned this recently. Actually, I wasn't quite sure of that yet.

Mom sighed. "Well, at least you're willing to take responsibility. Some guys don't even consider the feelings of the girls they sleep with, let alone girls they want to sleep with in the future. And though taking responsibility of every girl who likes you or you like is a really bad idea, as your mom, I'm glad that you're thinking this through. But, remember, don't make rash decisions alone, after all, now you two, are a team. Discuss things with your wife too." And mom kind of came close. "And you should really think things through. Living with one girl is one thing, but when there's more into the picture, things could get ugly as jealousy starts to develop."

And with that, our discussion had ended. 

Well, that went better than I thought. 

But the stuff mom said, were kind of scary and she was right: jealousy was a real thing and a very real concern. I was already losing way too much hair from worrying and now she had to make my worries worse?

Wait, did mom say wife?

Perfect!

***

Eventually, night came and Marg and I were back in our bedroom, hugging each other lightly. 

"Are you okay with me having this baby?"

Marg was quiet all this time. She didn't say much the whole evening and even after getting in bed, in my arms, she didn't really say much. 

So, when she finally said something, it kind of made me think. 'She actually thought about this a lot more than I did, huh?'

Of course, she did.

"It'd be a lie to say I am. But- I'll try my best to change and hopefully raise the baby with you. It'll be hard and I'm not sure if I'll be able to maintain-"

Marg giggled, hugged me a bit tighter. "It's okay. We'll figure this out together." She caressed my face. "You'll be a wonderful father."

I wasn't so sure about that. 

I honestly didn't know what to say to that. So- I kissed her on the forehead and as the two of us made pillows out of each other, I slept rather well. 

As usual, she smelled wonderful.