The Baby isn’t Mine

The floorboards creaked under Antonio’s feet as he paced back and forth in his room, unable to shake the feeling of confusion and disbelief. Valerie Foster had rejected him—at the hospital of all places, right after she gave birth to their child. Okay…the baby wasn’t actually his, but so what? His name was attached to him now, accidental or not. He was his son now. Because he had already claimed him to be! “Can you believe this?” Antonio muttered to himself, throwing his hands up in the air. His heart raced with anger and frustration. And a bit of sadness. “I offered to make her son legitimate. And she just…rejected me.” He couldn’t comprehend it. The pieces weren’t fitting together in his head. How could she turn down such a generous offer? It felt like a slap in the face. He had never wanted to get married and had never cared about having children, but he had thrown himself out there. For her. “Unacceptable!” he growled under his breath, clenching his fists at his sides. “Bene,” Anto