Tori

“I’m the father?” “Yup,” she answered. “But I’m married.” “Duh,” she said with a laugh. She was glowing; dazzling. Dammit, he thought. “But, it’s half my child,” he said. “You’re right. Let’s say for argument’s sake, the left half.” “This isn’t funny,” he said. She smiled, “It’s not not funny.” “Are you keeping it?” he asked. “What do you think?” She was far along. “Don’t worry,” she said, and meant it.