“Because it’s the truth. You don’t want to date a man with a child and you’re blowing this out of proportion to use it as an excuse to end things.”
She rolls her eyes and walks over to where she left her purse and pulls it off the table. “The fact that you would even say that to my face is so insulting.”
“Then prove me wrong. Stay. Let’s talk about this.”
She stares me down for a few seconds, then says, “You want me to stay? Okay, I’ll stay. Let’s talk. By the way, you should know I’m pregnant.”
My vision blurs momentarily. “What?”
“I am pregnant. I’ve known for a while now, and I’ve been trying to tell you, but never found the right moment.”
“How long—” my voice catches. I clear my throat and try again. “How long have you known?”
“I found out before we left for Paris.”
“Paris? You
