Chapter 4

"You told me you were sterile. This is why we never used condoms," I husked out, my tone taking on an accusatory edge. I was angry. Not necessarily at the situation, but at the prospect of being lied to. I fucking hate being lied to. That's something we'd both discussed before - honesty was important to the both of us, or so I thought it was until now. "I am! Or, at least, my doctor thought I was. I was never supposed to be able to get pregnant. This was never supposed to happen, but then it did and I wasn't going to give up the once in a lifetime opportunity to have a child of my own. I've always wanted to be a mother, even if you're the father," she ground out as if that sentence alone left a bad taste in her mouth. I gritted my own teeth before releasing a quick puff of air through my nose in disbelief. "How far along are you?" I asked, knowing absolutely nothing about women and how they look at what month and all that confusing bullshit that comes along wi