“I dropped a bombshell on you? Social media had to tell me you had a long-term girlfriend.” My fists clenched. “After you left me alone to process the fact that I’m pregnant.”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “Are you sure it’s mine, though? It’s not like we were like that.”

“Yes. I’m sure. Unlike you, I was honest when I said I was only sleeping with you. My conception date traces back to that night in your car.”

“Shit.” He rubbed his forehead. “How far along are you?”

“Twelve weeks today.”

“Good. You can still get an abortion, right?”

I felt my stomach turn at his suggestion. “Are you serious right now? How dare you!”

“You really trying to keep a baby by a man that’s about to get married? Come on now. Does that sound smart, P?”

At this point, I was so angry all I could see was red. I couldn’t believe that he walked up in here without an apology—just dick and audacity.

“You pursued and had unprotected sex with a woman that wasn’t your fiancée not one time but many times. I don’t know, Reggie. Does that sound smart?”

He stood from the desk and got closer to me. “How do I know this isn’t some kind of publicity stunt or money grab?”

My mouth dropped in disbelief that this was a man I had been involved with.

“Newsflash. If this was a publicity stunt, you would have been exposed the moment you blocked me. I don’t want anything from you. I just want you to be a part of your child’s life!” I shot back, feeling more angry tears well up in my eyes.

He scoffed before lowering his voice to a calmer tone, one that I was used to. “Look, P, I can admit I was wrong for getting involved with you knowing I had a girl. In all honesty, when we first started fucking, me and her were beefing.”

“Y’all were beefing?” I attempted to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.

“Yeah, man. I fucked up, but a baby gon’ blow all my shit up. I’m not ready to be a dad, and I’m damn sure not trying to hurt my girl with this shit.”

I stared at him. What the hell did he want me to say? He played a stupid game, and he won a silly prize.

“An abortion is really the best option for both of us. I’ll pay for it and put a little extra in yo’ pocket.”

“No, thank you!” The words erupted from my lips before I had time to think. “I want my baby! You don’t get to make decisions about my body.”

His face twisted. “You want to blow up both of our spots over a baby?”

“Blow up yo’ spot. You’re the only one engaged.”