“At least you’re married. If she is, it won’t be a bastard.”
“Yeah, because that was top of my fucking concerns right now… holy shit…”
“Yeah, we saw online—you two going at it outside… really? Your room not big enough? Had to put on a show?” Sam mutters.
Fuck. Forgot about that. Bit out of it after a fucked night’s sleep.
Heh. Fucked night’s sleep. That’s… actually hilarious.
Fuck...
Could I have hurt the baby…I mean, if she’s pregnant…
You fucked her tight little ass, so no.
“Trey, you know you’re going to be alright, right?” Logan says.
“I don’t think I’m ready to be an uncle,” Chace sighs.
“I can’t fucking wait. He’s gonna have a ginger baby,” Sam chortles.
We all laugh a little, but I’m stuck on it. On the very real possibility.
I am not ready to be a dad. How the fuck am I supposed to care for something like a baby when I can’t even take care of my fucking self?
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do…”
“The right thing,” Chace says with a smirk.
“Maybe pull-out next time you fuck a nun?” Sam adds, still trying to lighten the mood. The doctor clears his throat. I’m just about to turn to him—when the door opens beside me.
“She’s done,” Mac says.
Sera’s still being held by the arm as she steps forward, a little unsteady. I trail after her, awkward, unsure where to put myself, as we make our way over to the doctor. He thanks her, holding the sample for a moment. I swear to God, if he takes a mouthful, I’m leaving, I think, still completely dumbstruck.
A few dark chuckles ripple around the room, and the doctor, mercifully, ignores me. “That was supposed to stay in my head.” I watch without blinking as he pulls out a tube lined with multicolored strips, dips it in, gives it a small swirl, then sets it aside.
“The test is positive,” he says.
My heart stops beating.
“You’re pregnant.”
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