Mother of My Kid

Belle hesitated before nodding. She figured she could always wear a jacket over it

John smiled. "Good. And wear these shoes with it." He said, handing here a pair of white stilettos.

Belles eyes went wide. Wear those? She would break her neck. "Your kidding Johnny!?"

"Please, i've walked around my house in heels like these. Now put them on." John demanded.

Belle was uncertain but she put them on and stood up. Her ankles shook but she steaded herself

Johns smiled. "You look perfect!" He squealed happily.

Belle looked in the mirror and gasped. She looked amazing. Her legs looked longer, all she needed to do was do her hair. Maybe even curl it and pin it over one shoulder.

John smirked. "Ya know, for a fashion designer you'd think you'd know this stuff." He chuckled. "But I know, I'm amazing aren't i?" He asked, admiring his handiwork on Belle.

"Well just because I do doesn't mean I always have to look good. Im in it with my brains." She said as she changed and brought everything to the counter.

John nodded. "I thought of being a designer, but I couldn't afford fashion school. That, or a hair stylist." He said.

"I could see that." She responded with a small smile.

John chuckled and pulled Belle into a Fendi store. "Now for my outfit." He smirked.

Belle laughed as she watched Johnny go through the clothes

After an hour, John finally found his outfit. Leather pants that fit like a second skin and a tight black, dress shirt with a side on the side, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He put on Italian leather shoes, and soon... he looked like a sex pot.

Belle carried her bags while Johnny carried his to the car. She drove them home

John sank back in his seat, drifting off as they drove.

Bell shook Johnny when they got back to the house. They would be going out sometime soon and figured Johnny would take forever

John snorted awake. "Daddy I'm still a virgin!" He gasped as he awoke. He shook his head a little, still half asleep.

Belle covered her mouth to keep the laughter in. "Daddy Im still a virgin?" She asked with a hint of a smile

John rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he chuckled a little. "Yes... my Dad interrogated me when I was 16 if I was still a virgin." He giggled.

"What kind of parent does that?" Belle asked with a small smile as she gathered her bags and got out of the car

"Yeah... I mean I did stuff... a lot of stuff. but I never went all the way." John said as they walked into the condo.

"Talk about awkward. My mom came in one day, handed me condoms, and walked right back out." She said smiling at the memory. She set her bags down laughing softly. To this day she remember her mom coming in handing them to her and just leaving in her tipical manor

John laughed. "Wow. My Dad sat me down and asked me straight out 'Son, have you slept with anyone?' and then he handed me a box of condoms." He chuckled. "I was yelling at him 'Daddy, I'm still a virgin!'"

"My mom just didn't want to have THE talk. So she simplified it." Belle said smiling. "She did alot that way. Underaged drinking? She just handed me a twisted tea. And wipe that look off your face. Yes I drank under age." She said as she hit him playfully