The Old Man

Just after my last relationship went bust, I got a job working at diner. It paid minimum and was all that was available, but I had a fleabag room close by and where even the cockroaches, refused to stay. Must of the locals were poor like me and there were already plenty of hookers working the area. At 36 I wasn't centerfold material, but still had a nice rack and figure. Not wanting another failed relationship and getting dump because I was too old as I had just been. No partner wanted children with me, so I thought I would never be a mother. There was an old man who at the end of the street the diner was on. Nobody took much notice of him at all, and he came in 3 days each week and had the same thing each time slice of apple pie and black coffee. Never anything else, one day there was only one piece left and I could see him coming and took the piece off the counter to keep for the old man. Another customer asked for pie, and I gave him peach pie. He had a quick look and seeing the apple pie dish empty, sat down and ate the peach pie. Only when I had given the apple pie to the old man, did the other say he had wanted apple pie not peach pie. I said there was peach pie on the counter and the apple pie was empty and so I gave you peach pie. The had to accept that as it was correct, the apple pie slice was under the counter. The old man smiled as he knew I had put some aside for him. I would do that every day after that he came. I always got a good tip off him as well. Then one day I saw him carrying bags of groceries and it was my day off, so I offered to help him carry them to his home. His home didn't look like much outside but was beautiful on the inside. I stayed had coffee with him and a week later I learnt why the cockroaches didn't stay in my rooming house. It burnt down, bad wiring and someone had plugged in too many plugs and old dry timber burnt very well and very fast. It was a total loss before the fire brigade got there. I lost everything, which wasn't all that much. No insurance and place to go either, the old man came in as usual and knew I had loss everything offered me his spare room. I accepted as I had nothing at all and after finishing my shift, I stopped at the charity shop and bought a few things. I was lucky it was my payday and I also had to pay my rent. No room left to rent so I kept the rent and bought the few things with it. people think that year was bad, but it changed my whole life, shortly after moving in with the old man the pandemic started, and lockdown soon followed and my job at the diner ended as it closed up during the lockdown. I never went back as during the lockdown I started cooking for the old man and then fucking him and didn't take any precautions, I thought him passed having children at 68. He wasn't I got pregnant fairly quickly after we started fucking. He was very happy to become a father at his age. Now we are married he insisted and will have two children in June, as I'm pregnant again. He doesn't want me to take precautions at all and wants as he says what the lord provides. He is also quite well off and I know I've found my soulmate.