“Do you understand that the insemination wasn’t done for my fiancée?”
“Stop,” it dawns on my friend at last. “You mean you went to the doctor instead of Rita, and now your biological material is inside her?”
“Yes!” I hiss at the idiot who still hasn’t come to his senses. “Somewhere there’s a girl who’s pregnant with me. She doesn’t even know about it and… Oh, damn it! Why am I never lucky?”
“What do you mean ‘somewhere there’s a girl’?” he gapes, interrupting. “Do you have any idea who it is?”
“That’s the problem,” I grind out through my teeth and collapse tiredly into the chair. “And I have absolutely no idea how to find her.”