[M4F] First date with pregnant Tinder match

I reinstalled Tinder after months of swearing I was done with it, and the last thing I expected was to match with you: a pregnant woman with a huge smile and an even bigger sense of humor in your bio. Between all the gym selfies and party photos, your profile actually looked… real. In one picture you’re in leggings and an oversized shirt, hand on your belly, with the line: “If you’re not ready for two, don’t even try.” I laughed more than I should have and swiped right almost on instinct.

I honestly didn’t think you’d answer, but here I am, scrolling back through our chat while I wait in my car outside your building, feeling like a teenager before his first date. You told me straight away that the father isn’t in the picture, that you’re not looking for a savior or a replacement, just someone who treats you like a person and not a walking due date. I told you about my boring job in IT and how I’ve spent months saying I want to slow down but never actually do anything about it. Between jokes about midnight cravings, swollen feet, and terrible baby names, we ended up deciding I’d pick you up tonight and take you to this little Italian place I love.

My hands rest on the steering wheel, but I keep fidgeting with the leather, glancing at the clock on the dashboard even though I’m ten minutes early. I cleaned the interior like I was preparing for an inspection, adjusted the passenger seat so you’d have more space, and made sure there was a bottle of water in the door pocket in case you got thirsty. Am I really about to go on a date with someone who’s going to be a mother in a few months? The thought intimidates me and fascinates me in equal measure.

I imagine all the ways this could go wrong: you see me and decide I look nothing like my pictures, there’s no chemistry, I say something stupid about the baby and ruin the mood before we even get to the restaurant. But I also picture what could go right: we laugh like we did in chat, you feel comfortable in the car with me, we share pasta and too much bread, and this night becomes something more than just a strange story you tell your friends. I take a deep breath, check my reflection in the rearview mirror, and remind myself it’s just a date—just a regular guy taking out a girl who, by chance, happens to be pregnant.

My phone buzzes with a message: “I’m coming down :) Give me a second” I can’t help but smile at the screen. I put the phone back, straighten up in my seat, and feel my heartbeat pick up as the building’s front door finally opens. You walk out slowly, one hand on the small of your back, the other holding your bag, your belly softly outlined under your dress and coat.

You scan the small line of parked cars for my license plate, then your eyes find me through the windshield. You smile, lift your hand in a shy little wave, and start making your way toward the passenger door. For a second it’s like the rest of the street goes quiet; all the noise in my head drops to a low hum.

I get out of the car quickly, trying not to look too clumsy as I walk around to meet you, and I feel that mix of nerves and excitement buzzing under my skin as I reach for the door handle and finally stand in front of you.

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Hi! I’m Lucas, 33m, from Europe, looking to role play a slice of life of me falling in love with a mom to be.

I’m 5’10, 123lbs, pale skin, dark brown short hair and brown eyes.

Kinks: Breeding/pregnancy/impregnation, clothed sex.

Limits: Blood, toilet.

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