“Yeah, yeah. Shut the fuck up,” I mumbled, scowling at the chicken wing in my hand. Now that I really thought about it, Blaire hadn’t said a word about having an abortion, and the thought of her doing that… getting rid of our child… made me sick to my stomach.

“Did you even offer to go with her to the clinic?”

Damn. My shithead factor rose tenfold. “No,” I mumbled.

“You cockmuppet. You know, it is possible for people to go to school and have a child at the same time. I dated a girl once, and her sister was pregnant and in dental school.”

My mood rose slightly. “That’s true, and I’ll be making enough money that I can hire a damn good nanny so that she can still go to school. Blaire needs to get her medical degree. She’s so fucking smart it blows my mind, Ollie. She’s gonna be an awesome doctor.”

“You expect her to let you pay for nannies and school and shit after you basically called her a gold digging whore?”

If looks could kill, I would be an only child right now. “I. Did. Not. Call. Her. A. Whore.” I bit out through gritted teeth.

“Oh, really?” Oliver sneered. “You went over there, fucked her, found out she was pregnant, and then threw money at her.” He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Well, when you say it like that…” I hated myself so much right then.

“Bro, listen to me. Blaire is the least manipulative person I know. What you see is what you get with her. It’s hard—no, it’s damn impossible—for me to believe she did this on purpose. She’s just so fucking driven and goal-oriented that she would never get pregnant on purpose before she had made at least fourteen different spreadsheets and flow charts that summarized every possible outcome.” That made me smile a little; that was so Blaire. But my smile faded at his next words. “You put that baby in her, Axel, and you need to decide what you want. Do you want Blaire? Because if she has your baby, it will come as a package deal. But no matter what she decides, you need to step up and be a fucking man.”