(Not) the Father of My Child
9 hrs. 52 min.
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— So you’re pregnant?
The man asks casually, leaning against the doorframe and blocking my way into the apartment.
— Yes, — I nod on an exhale and press my lips together. I of course knew he wouldn’t be happy about this news, and I wasn’t thrilled either, but I didn’t expect him to be so cold with me.
— From me?
— Yes.
— How far along?
— Eight weeks.
— Great attempt, baby—only one thing is wrong: I’m seeing you for the first time in my life, and I haven’t been in the country for three months. So stop this “breakup” talk—I’m definitely not falling for that.
The man asks casually, leaning against the doorframe and blocking my way into the apartment.
— Yes, — I nod on an exhale and press my lips together. I of course knew he wouldn’t be happy about this news, and I wasn’t thrilled either, but I didn’t expect him to be so cold with me.
— From me?
— Yes.
— How far along?
— Eight weeks.
— Great attempt, baby—only one thing is wrong: I’m seeing you for the first time in my life, and I haven’t been in the country for three months. So stop this “breakup” talk—I’m definitely not falling for that.
