Unroyally Yours

"Emma... relax a bit, you're too tight," He murmured softly, his voice strained but filled with a surprising tenderness.

His hand moved to brush her hair back, his fingers gentle as they grazed her skin, a stark contrast to the intensity that pulsed between them.

Emma's breath came in shallow gasps as she lay beneath him her body tense, her mind racing with the whirlwind of emotions flooding through her. She could hardly process the intensity of the moment, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations.

"Are you a virgin?," He whispered near her ear, his breath warm against her skin. His tone wasn't mocking, just...surprised. He paused for a moment, his hand caressing her cheek, as though giving her time to process.

Emma's eyes fluttered, locking onto the reflection above them. In the dim light, the mirror on the ceiling revealed their entwined bodies, and she watched the scene unfold like it was happening to someone else.

Her heart raced, but beneath the uncertainty, there was a sense of surrender-something she hadn't expected.

How did it come this? Oh yeah Emma remembered, this was all part of her plan, her grand scheme of having a child for herself...

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Emma Dee has it all figured it out.

She is young, Stunningly Beautiful, Brainy, and Single Since Birth.

She was killing it a work, she social media is updated on the latest trends. She had enough stamps on her passport to make a flight attendant jealous, and her social calendar was so packed she practically needed a personal assistant to keep up.

Yet, every family gathering was the same: A relentless matchmaking attempts disguised as innocent conversation. A long list of questions here and there;

"When will you get a boyfriend?"

"When will you have someone? It would be too risky to have a child so late in the game."

"When do you plan on settling down?"

"Your time is tickling down..."

Even her grandmother will begin with a look that was half-hope-half-scheming.

"Emma, darling, You're not getting any younger. When are you going to bring a nice man in our family gathering, the man who would take care of you?"

Emma would chuckle, throw in a charming deflection like, "Oh Grandma, Nowadays no want's to be a Disney Princess anymore. I am One independent woman..." and skillfully redirect the conversation to safer topics-like Aunt Susan's questionable casserole choices. But there was no denying it: the pressure was starting to build.

It wasn't that Emma hadn't dated before. Actually she had-plenty of times. But her love life? Let's just say it was less than a "rom-com" but rather a sci-fi theme.

None of the men she dated ever gave her that

"this-is-my-soulmate" spark her friends kept gushing about. While they shared stories about heart-fluttering chemistry and fireworks and butterflies, Emma was just grateful if her date didn't ramble on about Cryptocurrency and about their toy collection for an hour. Dating for her, felt more like sipping on a lukewarm cup of tea when she'd been hoping for a doubleshot of espresso of Starbucks.

And no...., it wasn't because she lacked in the looks department. Emma was gorgeous, with a bit of a don't-mess-with-me vibe that made some guys a little nervous. She was smart, outgoing, and had her fair share of admirers. But love? Nah. Emma was not a girl wandering around looking for her prince. If anything, she was more likely to just skip the fairy tale altogether. Love is like a cliche.

Emma had always viewed love as an optional accessory, like a fancy handbag-nice to have, but not strictly necessary for a well-rounded life.

Why bother swiping through dating apps, sitting through cringe-worthy blind dates, and pretending to be fascinated by someone else's 'life-story' , When she could just download a Baby instead? Cut out the middleman and go straight of having a baby who will take care of her and whom will love her unconditionally. It's like skipping pain of dating, getting to know each other and impressing the other party and going straight to the boss level!

No messy relationship, no awkward breakups, and certainly no need for someone hogging the remote during Netflix binges. She was an independent woman with a capital "I" (She probably owned an "Independent Woman" tote bag to prove it).

Emma's views on relationships or love were probably shaped by her rather... colorful family history. Her mother had raised them solo after her dad tragically-and let's be honest, embarrassingly-passed away in the arms of his mistress when Emma was just two years old, a tale her mom used to tell her as she grows up. Her mom never remarried and still did a stellar job raising them, until she passed when Emma was 13.

From then on, her sister took over and became a Hokage of romance, with men practically lining up to woo her like love was some kind of sport. Meanwhile, her brother-bless his heart-got married and promptly

surrendered all personal agency, living life firmly under his wife's thumb.

So it was always a bit of a mystery to Emma why her relatives treated "finding a life partner" as the ultimate LIFE achievement.

Emma adored her mother, and that love was more than enough for her. What she wanted wasn't some knight in shining armor, but to

experience that pure, unconditional love her mom had given her. If only she could just have a baby... her very own little bundle of joy... who she will love and will love her back unconditionally.

And so the Baby-Making-Project was born.

But how exactly was she going to do this? Well, of course, she needed sperm-but not just any....sperm...

Determined to crack the code of romantic chemistry, she approached it the only way she knew how: like a work project. Naturally, this called for... spreadsheets.

Out came the laptop, and soon enough, she was building a list of attributes like she was shopping for premium ingredients.

Intelligence? Check.

Kindness? Absolutely.

Good genetics and looks? Triple check!

Well, if she was diving into the gene pool, she might as well aim for the deep end! After all, she was on a mission to find the perfect

DNA, why settle for less? Time to swipe left on mediocrity and right on a designer baby!