When button-down biracial lawmaker Cassidy Uematsu meets hardscrabble fry cook Buford “Jax” Jackson, it’s lust at first sight. They’re only too happy to jump into the sack, and when Jax loses his condom mid-getting-to-know-you, Cassidy urges him forward, damn the consequences. What’s the worst that can happen?<br><br>After a couple weeks of morning sickness and a few months gaining weight, Cassidy learns an unfathomable secret about the men in his family that he’s pretty sure he was happier not knowing. Jax is a fan of Cassidy’s rapidly rounding belly, and of the sexy “Dude Mama” roleplay it inspires.<br><br>But the night he feels a kick inside Cassidy’s growing belly, Jax hightails it, certain at least one of them has lost his damn mind. A pregnant dude? That’s impossible. As the ninth month since the condom mishap approaches, Cassidy sure hopes he’s right.

Dude Mama

Now that Jax was in on it, it was like he was feeding Cassidy fatter on purpose. “You’re eating for two now, Mama,” he would joke, and serve up ridiculous piles of food.


“Do you have to call me that?” Cassidy asked one night. Jax hadn’t bothered with a bowl or the scooper, but had just brought the half-gallon of ice cream to bed with a spoon. It was Cassidy’s second half-gallon of the day.


“Yeah,” Cassidy said. “Can’t I be ‘Daddy’?”


“I’m Daddy,” Jax said, his jack-o-lantern grin lit with pride.


“Then can we go back to ‘Pickle’?”


“Which one of us is cartin’ around a big ol’ pregnant belly?” Jax asked, giving Cassidy’s an illustrative pat.


“Uh huh. And which one of us is gettin’ big fat milk-titties on him?”


Cassidy groaned. He was at least a B cup by now, and he had to have at least six weeks to go. His nipples had tripled in size and half the time they hurt if he even thought about touching them. “Me,” he allowed.


Chapter 11