143 IS IT MINE?

LUKE’S POV

“How are you so sure that this child is mine, huh?” I quizzed Tiffany, and my tone was goddamn serious. Playtime was over.

“I know it’s yours, Luke. I haven’t been with anyone else, since we, you know, split,” she answered firmly.

“But how can you be so sure? We’ve been apart for a while now,” I replied, still not convinced. “And we had sex only this one time. So, how can you be so sure?” “I’m sure, alright. And I won’t abort this baby, no matter what. You have to take responsibility,” Tiffany spoke loudly, I could see hear the anger out of her tone. Oh great. Now I had gotten myself into this goddamn situation. To be honest with myself, I still had doubts about Tiffany’s claim, but I couldn’t ignore the possibility that the child could be mine.

“You can run a DNA test if you want,” she suggested.

“You think I’m going to do that?”

“Of course. Why won’t you?”

“I just need you to be honest with me. Are you really pregnant?”

“What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I’m pregnant. Do you think I’ll just come to you and start making up false stories.”

“Might be possible.” I shrugged.

“Heyy!” She bawled immediately. “What do you take me for? A golddigger?”

“I never said that.”

“But that’s what you meant.”

“Did you come here to argue?”

“I didn’t, but I can see that that’s exactly what you want.”

“Hold on, how did you know I was at the hospital?”

“You’re at the hospital? Doing what?”

“Oh fuck, it’s none of your business. You don’t work in there again?” I gestured toward the hospital not too far from us.

used to

no need to be rude. It was

out of

tolerate these insults anymore.

you going to do

supposed to

I saw your

of correction miss, I

only you were as ugly as your attitude.”

you

considered me to be a trash. You just

fingers. “I totally forgot. You want money,

gaped at me, with an unfriendly look. “I don’t want your money. I just want

I need some

“Think about what?”

me to know, and you to shut up.”

are just

who called me a

one,”

chuckled. “You can start going now.”

go!” She fired back at me,

going to stand here at the road

none of your

only concerned. Since you’re

up!” She snapped.

to the both of us.

ANDRE’S POV

sleep slowly ebbing away. The faint chirping of birds outside my window signaled the start of a new day as I blinked my eyes open, hazily peering

urgency, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my

in the serene view of the city waking up below me. The distant hum of traffic began to grow louder, mingling with

clear the remnants of sleep. The mirror reflected back a slightly disheveled version of myself, my dark hair tousled from sleep. I

submission. A quick glance at the clock told me I was running behind schedule, and I hurriedly moved to my

of navy blue trousers, the classic choice for an important

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