“Yeah, sure, whatever you want.” This baby is already the most spoiled human in Valley.

I reach for the hospital forms, my eyes snagging on the paper lying on top. “Don’t we need to fill this out before we leave?”

“I did.” She swipes it from my hands. “That’s a copy.”

“You didn’t fill in the father section.”

“Of course, I did.” She shoves the papers inside the bag, zips it, and hands it to me. “Ready to go?”

Her too cheerful voice makes every nerve in my body stand at alert. “Are you not going to list me as her dad? I know we’re not married, and I’m cool with Minka having your last name until then, but I’m her father.”

The fear in Polly’s eyes knocks the wind out of me. “I am her father, right?”

“I –” Her voice cracks.

I glance down at my beautiful daughter, fair skin, dark blue eyes with flecks of gold that I’m certain are going to turn green. She’ll be a beautiful mini version of her mother, but she’s mine. I feel it in my bones.

“Polly?” Throat thick. “She is mine, right?” It sounds ridiculous even to my own ears.

“I don’t know for sure.”

My knees give, and I brace myself on the wall behind me.

I have no idea how much time goes by while I stand and wait for the bombshell to finish exploding in my chest.

“I’m sorry. I love you. I’m so, so sorry.” Polly’s voice breaks the silence. Tears stream down her face leaving a trail of black from her makeup. “It was just one time.”

“You slept with someone else while we were together?”

I process the words as I say them. How did I not see this coming? Polly and I have been careful every time we’ve had sex. I always use protection, but, fuck, her cheating on me was the last thing I thought when she got pregnant.

How could she be so deceiving, and I never even considered that a possibility? Were there no signs or did I just ignore them? Blinded by love. Fucking love.

She steps forward and reaches for my hand. “I love you.”

I flinch at both the words and her touch. “You don’t love me.” I pull away. She inhales sharply, but I’m too pissed to care that I might be upsetting the woman that may or may not have just had my baby. I’ll add that to my list of regrets later. “You couldn’t possibly love me and keep this from me for nine months. What if –.” I can’t force myself to say the words. What if she isn’t mine?

This, whatever it is Polly feels for me, definitely isn’t love. Or if it is, it isn’t enough for me.

“It was only one time,” she repeats like that matters. One time that she screwed somebody else while claiming to love me. I’m not into gambling, but if I were, I’d say the odds aren’t good that she’s telling the truth. She might as well have boned the whole town, though, because I’m done. Not with Minka, but with Polly. Didn’t plan on raising a kid on my own, but there’s no chance I can raise one with Polly. I can’t even look at her.