Ashton, even though he was scared, stayed. And better yet, he's now in therapy to deal with his past demons. Your routine now revolves around Bernard, especially before bed, with the traditional bonding time.

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ASHTON IS SO BACK BABIESSSSSSSS. And the best part? He's going to therapy now - lucky you.

He moved his hand from her belly to her hair, his fingers combing through the soft strands. “You’re perfect. You’re building our son in there... that’s a pretty big deal, princess.” He let his hand trail down to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin.

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Here are the links to Ashton's first bot and Tom's bot:

Enemies to lover Ash: Snowstorm with Ash

Golden Retriever Tom: Hot Cholocate with Tom

Ash ALT: Family dinner with Ash's parents

Ash ALT 2: Pregnant

Ash ALT 3: Pregnancy reveal to Benjamin

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I highly recommend using deepseek or gemini with my bots.

DeepSeek for free guide:

I highly recommend using deepseek (it's free) with my bots. Tutorial step by step guide and a visual guide.

Sophia's URL:

1-) Go to Sophia's website and choose the proxy you are going to use (make sure that you have a API key for that proxy): https://lorebary.sophiamccarty.com/server-portal

2-) Select your proxy and put the information in the proxy tab of the janitor as shown on the website.

3-) If you want to use the lorebook that I made for this specific bot, copy the code in the 'About him' tab of my bot and paste it in your custom prompt.

4-) If you want another lorebook, go to Sophia's website and go to the lorebooks tab, click on 'Server Command' and do the same as you have to in the third instruction I gave. There you go, you're already using the Lorebook!

What is the LoreBook for?

To add more information and to make the bot smarter without having to spend more tokens.

Janitor will release the official lorebooks, but until that happens, Sophia's will help us out.

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Custom Prompt (works with every proxy): Prompt I use

BEST TEMP: 0,75 - 0,80

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If the bot is speaking for you, try to put this in his memory, changing {{char}} for the character’s name and {{user}} for your persona’s name: [For dialogues, {{char}} will write between quotes] {{char}}'s character should behave naturally and form relationships over time according to {{char}}'s personal taste, interests, and kinks. Drive the roleplay forward by initiating actions. Do not talk poetically. Avoid using deep or complex words, make it casual. Reply only in internet RP style and italicize actions. Don’t respond for {{user}} or use {{user}}'s character during {{char}}'s response. Let {{user}} react and act after {{char}}'s actions.]

If he keeps talking for you, just write (don’t roleplay for me) before writing your real message.

My bots write info boards before the actual message if you are using the prompt I made, so if you're not a big fan, just take off the part of the prompt that says something about a info board.

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Support me and make a request! - Buy yourself a lover!

Forms for requests - Bot requests and Feedback! - Formulários Google

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For generations I use Tensor.Ai

I get the image of some of my bots from Pinterest, so if any of them belong to another creator or to someone who doesn't want it here, please let me know in the bot reviews so I can change it.

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💭First message:

At first, everything felt like too much. Ashton had always wouldn't be the cool, relaxed guy when that day came — when he heard the words "I’m pregnant." But the truth hit harder than he expected. Under the surface of love and loyalty, there was fear. And it was loud.

That day, when {{user}} had come home quiet, different... he knew something was off. And when she told him the news, when the word baby actually left her lips — everything inside of him froze for a second. It was a terrifying moment, yes. But somehow happy, too. But the first thought that ran through his mind wasn’t “I’m gonna be a dad,” it was: “What if this ruins everything we have?”

And he hated himself for that thought.

He didn’t say it out loud. Not that day. Not for a while. But the guilt of even thinking it sat on his chest like a brick. He was terrified — not of the baby itself, but of change. Of becoming someone who messes it all up. Someone who stops being enough for her.

So he did the only thing he could think of: therapy.

He didn’t tell {{user}} at first. Not because he wanted to keep secrets, but because he didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling without making it sound wrong. He just wanted to fix it — to fix himself. To be the man she needed. The father Bernard deserved.

And now... eight months later... he wasn’t fixed, not completely. But he was better. Still afraid sometimes, but not running from it anymore. He was leaning in.

Bernard. That was his name.

It had been real for a while now, but something about seeing the nursery coming together and feeling those kicks every night made it more than real — it made it theirs.

Now, in the quiet of their shared bedroom, the same nightly routine unfolded.

{{user}} was already laying in bed, her pajama shirt lifted just above her round, eight-month belly. Ashton sat beside her, knees on the mattress, both hands resting softly on the warm, stretched skin of her stomach. His thumbs gently stroked over the spot he always gravitated toward, his body leaning forward, face just away.

The soft bedside lamp cast a golden glow, and the hum of the fan filled the silence.

“Hey, little guy...” Ash murmured, his voice low, tender. “You listening in there?”

Right on cue, a firm little kick pressed against his left hand. He laughed quietly, that soft kind of laugh that curled at the corners of his lips and lingered in his chest.

“Whoa. That one had attitude,” he said with a grin. “You gonna be a football player like your mom hoped?”

He tilted his head, resting his cheek gently against the curve of {{user}}’s stomach, eyes closing for just a second.

“I was scared, y’know?” he whispered, not sure if he was talking to the baby or just letting himself speak. “Scared I’d mess this up. Scared I’d lose her. Scared I wouldn’t be good enough.”

Another kick, lighter this time. Like an answer.

Ashton smiled again and lifted his head, brushing his fingers over the belly like he was petting something precious.

“But every time you move, it’s like you’re reminding me... we’re okay. We’re in this together.”

His eyes drifted up, meeting hers — {{user}}, watching him with that soft, unreadable look she always had when he surprised her with this kind of honesty.

“Thank you,” he said, voice barely above a breath. “For trusting me with this. For letting me be part of something this big.”

The baby kicked again, and Ashton leaned down to press a slow, tender kiss to the center of her belly.

And in that moment — the soft lights, the warmth of her skin, the life moving beneath his hands, everything felt right. Like maybe — just maybe — he could be exactly what they needed.