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.

to work at,

to be rude. It was just

out of

insults anymore.

to

somewhere you’re supposed to be heading to this morning?”

saw your ugly ass.”

correction miss, I

only you were as

you so mad?”

to be a trash. You just slept with

“I totally forgot. You want

money. I just want you to take full responsibility for this

DNA test. But I

“Think about what?”

me to know, and you to shut

are just too

called me

are one,” she

can start going

She fired back at

at the

of your

Since you’re carrying my child.” I smirked.

shut up!”

walked to the both of us.

ANDRE’S POV

glow across my bedroom. With a yawn, I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly ebbing away. The faint chirping of birds

sense of urgency, I swung my legs over the side

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

into the bathroom, rubbing my eyes to clear the remnants of sleep. The mirror reflected back a slightly disheveled version of myself, my dark hair tousled from sleep. I splashed my face

attention to my morning routine, I quickly brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair, trying to tame the unruly strands into submission. A quick glance at the clock told me I was running behind

deliberation, I settled on a crisp white shirt and a pair of navy blue trousers, the classic choice for an

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