“I know, but I don’t want to live with Lissa for the sake of any child. It would be detrimental.”
“That’s true. Just do the right thing. The worst-case scenario is that the baby isn’t yours, and you’ve saved a fuck load of money to spend on yourself.”
“Thanks, Pops,” I said, sending him a grateful smile.
“Now tell your mother.”
I groaned as Dad shrugged at me, standing up and stretching.
“Does Hannah know?” he asked as I nodded. "How does she feel?”
“She doesn’t think the baby is mine,” I said, pursing my lips together.
“She doesn’twantit to be. Consider her, too.”
Dad left the room, a sad smile on his face.
I picked my phone back up, dialing Lissa’s number.
“What?” Lissa answered, tears evident in her voice.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re a fuckingdickhead,” she sobbed as I closed my eyes.
“I still want a DNA test. But I will support you until then, and beyond if the baby is mine,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“The baby isyours, Theo! Wake up!”
“When you need me, just call. Okay?”
This is so difficult.
How is Hannah going to react?
What if she doesn’t want to be with me?
Then there was Mom. It would devastate her. I mentally kicked myself as I heard Lissa sniffle.
“The twenty-week scan is in three months. I’ll call you to tell you the time etc. Thanks, Theo.”
Lissa hung up.
Just when I had the girl of my dreams, this happened.
How am I going to manage this?
The thought of being a dad with Lissa made me feel sick.
My phone beeped, and I picked it up, sighing.
HANNAH:
It’s Amy’s birthday on Friday, and Nikolas is planning a meal out. Don’t make any other plans! Love you.
How would this work in the future with a baby?
Questions swam around my head as Dad’s voice echoed in my mind.
