Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0297

“Fay,” Daniel says, and | hear him take a step closer to me, touching my shoulder. “Who — who is the dad?” And | spin, yanking my hands away from my face and glaring up at him. “Seriously?” | cry. “You too!?” “Well —“

“lam not sleeping with anyone except your dad, Daniel!” | shout, exasperated. Seriously, | lose my virginity two months ago and everyone already thinks I’ve got multiple partners? | mean, | guess Janeen would be proud, but —

“He can’t have any more kids, Fay,” Daniel explains, looking at me like I’m stupid.

“Do you two,” | say, looking wide-eyed between them and folding my arms angrily over my chest, “do you seriously keep saying that to me because you think I’m an idiot? That | don’t obviously know this?”

“Well then how —*

“| don’t know, Daniel!” | shout, throwing my hands up, at the end of my rope. “I have no explanations! | am not keeping any secrets! | know what you know! And by the way, we don’t even know if I’m...”

But my words cut off as | realize that | can’t say the word. And my vision flicks back to the little plastic stick, sitting so innocently on the counter. Holding my entire fate.

“How much longer?” Daniel asks after a moment, and | glance up at him to see him clenching his jaw the same way his dad does when he’s stressed.

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“Swear it,” Daniel snaps suddenly, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me a step closer to him so that I’m staring up into his too- serious face. He shakes me a little before saying it again. “Swear it, Fay. That you've only slept with him.”

“| swear, Daniel,” | whisper, looking honestly up into his face, hoping he can see it there. “No one else. If this...if there’s a baby... it's his.”

Daniel looks at me for a long moment before wrapping his other arm around me and hugging me close. “All right,” he says, and I can feel his head nod above me.

“What are we going to do,” | whisper, pressing my face against Daniel's chest and letting myself shake a little against him.

“We'll...talk to him,” Daniel says, chagrined. “He'll want a paternity test — or, | don’t know, something. But he’s going to be pissed,” he sighs. “It’s — it won’t be easy. But we’ll...we'll figure it out, okay? We'll take care of you.”

And | press my eyes shut and will myself to believe him, even though | know...

That this is not okay. Nothing about it is okay. My entire world just completely exploded in front of me, and even if I’m not pregnant — then what is happening with my body?

My stomach twists then and | go rigid in Daniel's arms, trying to figure out what’s happening — is this like morning sickness? Or just anxiety? Or did Natalia seriously poison me last night -

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“Seriously?” | ask. How did three minutes go so fast?

Jerome confirms with a terse nod, still staring at the stick.

And then Daniel reaches for it, but | move fast and swat his hand away. “No,” | say, stepping forward. “This is...this is mine.”

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