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“I’m sorry.”
“Yes, please take responsibllity of your actions.”
It was somewhere in Alabama, don’t know why but it felt like a good place to start. The state in the nation that flew the Star Spangled Banner had a lot of roads and highways, and not to mention them major cities were too far of ditstance to communicate with eachother economonically. So, the weight of commercial and industry fell onto the brave truck drivers who hauled massive electronics and chopped wood to the different cities on a regular basis. These men and woman go through lots of obstacles and would plow through conflict in order to get the job done.
Literally speaking, all the cities in Alabama relied on these hard working truckers to just keep functioning. Today, one of those heroes could be found on his hands and knees, head low as if touching the ground and had the atmosphere of pity and remorse.
A cute girl in a princess like clothing was sittong on an a very old sofa in the back of a truck trailer. The piece of furniture was the type to normally be found in RVs and that is primarily the Trucker’s bed when he was on the highway overnight. There was a heavy tension in the air between this kneeling trucker and the princess looking girl.
“I’m pregnant. How do you explain this?”
“Like I said. I-I had one too many Heinekins. Can you blame me!? I just saved you from a Dragon! Th-those flying nuclear-fire breathing tanks shouldn’t exist and I see why! E-even if I bet my life to rescue you from that abandoned warehouse on Highway 22, please understand – I am human, I need a drink or two to calm down.”
“You say that, but after 12 bottles, you pinned me down and unleashed your virgin desires on my chaste body. Now, I’m bearing your children. Please take responsibility for violating me, commoner.”
“A-are you sure you’re with child? I-I mean, double chek with a ultrasound or something.”
“I’ll be frank. I don’t want this to be a reality, so I used every on of those magic sticks you gave me to check my urine… All 12 of them said positive. Do you wish to deny it any more?”
“I-I’m not ready to be a father! I-I still have lots of shipment backed up because of that run in with that dragon and that swarm of Medusa witches!.”
“I will say, I am impressed with your bravery and tenacity. Ever since I was kidnapped by the Abyssal Class Wyvern, no one dared to come and rescue me. Even the people dressed up like the forest and holding iron crossbows couldn’t get me out.”
“Holy sh*t!! D-did I just out do the United States Marine Corp!?”
“Please focus.”
“Right.”
The Truck lowered his head, grovelling before the girl in the expensive royal dress and white shoe. No matter how you look at her, she didn’t look pregnant. Maybe it was the first week of her trimester, so there would be very little physical changes in the mother. Any noticeable bumps would appear around the start of the Second Trimester.
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But the 12 dipsticks that filled a portable trashcan was enough proof of her theory.
“So what now, Mr. Hero? We don’t know each other, yet Im going to give birth to your child. You should be lucky I am of age.”
“How old are you by the way? If you’re 17, we still have time to run to another state where this age is considered legal.”
“2952.”
“THE F**K ARE YOU AN ELF!?”
The girl in the expensive princess-like dress sighed. She parted her long and curly hair to reveal her ears, long and sharp.
“HOLY SH*T!’
“Cursing will do us no good. I demand an action plan from you, Mr. Hero. How shall we proceed with this sensitive situation?”
“I have no idea. I’m still trying to swallow the fact you’re older than me by an exponential degree! Yet you're tiny as a 12 year old! The math is conflicting my highschool level brain! And not to mention: why is my potential wife is as flat as a cutting board!?”
“APOLOGIZE!”
The argument continued on for a few hours, along with some lady like stomping on a trucker's head. They eventually had the occasional break with coffee, tea, and some donuts, which the girl in the princess dress doubled her input due to the signs of Pika – pregnant mothers obsessed over certain foods. After the break,she could be found licking the sugar glaze off her delicate fingers, something that would make her entire royal etiqueete frown.
“So *lick* *lick*, what is the verdict?”
“I-I have a rought idea, but don’t make it sound like this is a royal execution.”
“If the answer is not satisfactory, I will see you on my father’s chopping block.”
“….. Gulp.”
After a small pause, Mr. Trucker gave his answer.
“I’ll quit my job.”
“…………………………………………………”
“I have to. As much as it is a high paying position in Alabama, I won’t be by your side when you need me the most. I don’t want to be on the other end of Highway 55 or stuck in a swamp in Road 93A when you’re in labour… I want to be next to you, supporting you as you go through the pain of all mothers…… I don’t want you to face the fear alone.”
“…………………………………………………………………..”
“... Miss Elf, princess, sir...Wh…why are you crying?”
“Do you know… not even my father said anything when I was kidnapped by the dragon…… to hear these stupid words, these hopeless words of a commoner. E-even I don’t know why I’m crying with this warm feeling in my chest.”
“......... Please marry me, Princess. I mean it!”
“Sniff, about d@mn time. human.”
And so, Mr. Trucker got married. Dropping out of the Truck Transport Corp, trading in his semi-truck for an RV, he moved to Montana with his Elven Princess wife. They didn’t exactly live happily ever after, but they definitely managed a home based online market selling ‘items that could only exist in a fantasy world'’, and had 29 hearty children.
“…. P-Princess. A-are you pregnant… Again?”
“Ku-ku-ku. Don’t underestimate an Elf’s body. This is number 30.”
“I don’t have enough money to buy a third trailer! My wallet has hit its limit!”
“Then you must work harder for me, commoner. And if you do appease me, we can do this and that again♥.”
“Then won’t we have 31 children!?”
“Is there any objection, commoner?”
“N-no. None at al your highness…. Sniff.”