"What kind of silly question is that? Of course, I do. A girl like you, a boy like me wouldn’t that be perfect?"
He acted so convincingly. If I hadn’t overheard their conversation at the office just moments ago, I might have actually believed him.
When we arrived at the hospital, Keon’s two brothers and Kizzie were already waiting.
The group eyed me with ill intentions. The two men’s bare, lingering gazes sent shivers down my spine.
Keon pulled me behind him. “They heard you might be pregnant and they came to congratulate you.”
The test was quick and just like my own test, it confirmed it I was pregnant.
Keon held the report, his expression unreadable, but Kizzie’s displeasure was obvious. He looked up at the doctor. “Can we do a paternity test now?”
The doctor glanced between Keon and me several times before replying, “It’s only been three weeks. It’s possible, but generally, we don’t recommend it.”
He interrupted in a low, firm voice, “Then do it. Right now.”
The doctor quickly added, “The only option at this stage is a uterine puncture. It’s harmful to both the mother and the fetus and we can’t use anesthesia—it will be extremely painful. Sir, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”