Jack
I told Tyson something came up, and I had to leave, and I would try to be back tomorrow. I told him to tell Remi that I was sorry and that I would explain everything later.
I fucked everything up. There is no way Remi would want to be with me if I was the father of this child, and if I am the father of this child, then I will take responsibility, but I’m not getting back with Lauren.
It felt like the drive was taking forever. The longer I drove, the further it felt, but I made it, and I’m standing in front of her apartment door, trying to bring myself to knock, and right before I knocked, the door opened.
“You’ve been out here for a bit; come in,” Lauren said as she moved out of the way.
“Are you really pregnant?”
“Yes, Jackson, I am, and before you ask, it’s yours. I didn’t cheat on you; I’ll even agree to a DNA test if it means you’ll be in the picture.”
I sat on her couch and tried to think, but my mind was racing. “I thought you were on birth control.”
