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 work

to be rude. It was

out of

insults anymore. Do you

going to do

have somewhere you’re supposed

I saw

miss, I am handsome.”

were as ugly

are you

you just dumped me Luke. You considered me to be a trash. You just slept with me like I was nothing.”

snapped my fingers. “I totally forgot. You want

your money.

we’ll do the DNA test. But I need some time to think about

“Think about what?”

me to know, and you to shut

just too

who called me

you are one,” she

can

you go!” She fired back at me,

at

of your

only concerned. Since you’re carrying my

shut up!”

the both of us. “I’ve

ANDRE’S POV

above my head, feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly ebbing

today at work. With a sense of urgency, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet on the cool wooden floor,

the city waking up below me. The distant hum of traffic began to

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

hair, trying to tame the unruly strands into submission. A quick glance at the clock told me I was running behind schedule, and I hurriedly moved to my closet to

a moment of deliberation, I settled on a crisp white shirt and a pair of navy blue trousers, the classic choice for an important meeting. As I dressed,

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