I scan through the documents. Previous medications, bloodwork, lab results. She took the birth control pill from ages nineteen to twenty-three. That shouldn’t bother me, but knowing that she’s been sexually active with other men somehow makes my blood boil.
I turn the page before I infuriate myself further.
The most recent document was dated just two days ago. She had a doctor’s appointment recently?
I bring the folder closer and read the short note near the bottom of the page. It’s only one sentence. A test result.
‘Pregnancy test: positive.’
My eyes narrow as I read the line again.
Positive?
Yobany Urod!
She’s pregnant?
I immediately shut the folder with a thud and toss it aside, shooting to my feet. Swinging a jacket around my shoulders, I grab my car keys and leave my office.
***
Chert voz’mi!
Does she really think she can keep this information from me?
I take the elevator up to her floor and stride down the corridor until I’m knocking on her door.
I pause and listen.
Nothing.
I go again, this time pounding until she finally opens up. As soon as her eyes navigate to my face, they go wide.
My stomach drops slightly.Blyad, I hate to admit it, but I’ve missed looking into her eyes. Seeing her face up close, for that matter, too.
She wears loungewear. Loose, gray sweatpants paired with a slouchy white t-shirt. She makes eventhatlook good.
I force my eyes back up to her and focus on why I sped here in the first place.
“You shouldn’t be surprised to see me here.”
She says nothing. Just squares her shoulders and sticks her nose in the air, like she’s bracing for my next words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I keep her gaze, narrowing my eyes. She’s lying.
“Is the baby mine?”
Her face changes in an instant. The color drains from her cheeks and her eyes become alert. She nibbles at the corner of her bottom lip, looking up at me like I’ve won the confrontation. For a split second, I see her mind racing—searching for a lie, an excuse, anything to deflect. But we both know there’s no point. The truth is written all over her face.
She doesn’t have to say anything.
I can tell the baby is mine, just from the way she looks at me.
Blyad!
It’s mine?
This is something I didn’t see coming. It complicates matters. But it’s still better than if it was someone else’s.
