#pen junior

Chapters: 31/33 Fandom: My Time At Sandrock (Video Game), - Silverchen - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Builder/Pen (My Time at Sandrock), Female Builder/Logan (My Time At Sandrock), Builder/Logan (My Time At Sandrock), Builder/Pen (My Time at Sandrock), Builder & Logan (My Time At Sandrock) Characters: Pen (My Time At Sandrock), Logan (My Time At Sandrock), Fang (My Time At Sandrock), Andy (My Time At Sandrock), X (My Time At Sandrock), Female Builder (My Time At Sandrock), Miguel (My Time At Sandrock), Other(s) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Scares, Unplanned Pregnancy, Depression, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Tragedy, Dreams and Nightmares, Nightmares, Pen's not the best guy but it's okay we love him, Builder is a horny mess for Pen and who can blame her, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Imagination, Knight, Protector of Sandrock, Pen-tastic, Thoughts of a Duvos Spy, Light Dom/sub, Prison, Religious Conflict, Religion, Church of light, Dominance, Conditioning, Parent-Child Relationship, Childbirth, No child will ever get hurt in this story!, Stone-Puns, Pen breaks out of prison!, Pen-puns, Human Experimentation, My time at Duvos, duvos, Mobius, Emperor - Freeform, soliders Series: Part 3 of Tales of Sand - Pen-tastic tales Summary:

The Knight chuckled. “Ohhhh, so you cheated on little bandit-Boy? Whose son is he? Owen’s? No, you're not the type for soft and squishy. Wait! Wait, wait…. The Bird–doctor? Damn Skinny! Didn't know you two were that close.” He laughed, seemingly amused.

“Can't you see it?” You replied. Now it was your time to be confused. Pen's face grew annoyed. Did he really not know? Did he think so little of you?

“I’m out. Tell me who your father is?! I’m tired of guessing.” You wanted to speak, but the words simply didn't want to leave your lips. Pen glanced at the Boy as you did not speak to him. “Who's your father, little one?”

Adam straightened his shoulders and made himself bigger. They were so much alike. The way Adam stepped in front of you, nearly protecting and posing at the same time. “You.” Adam said, placing confidence in his voice. “You are my father.” Pen chuckled a few seconds, before Adam's words fully sunk in.

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