“That’s all fine and well, but it f***s up my life, doesn’t it?”
Brenda dodged the question. “I’ve done a little research online. The doctor says the twins are fraternal: two sperm and two eggs—”
“I know what fraternal means!”
Brenda ignored Vickie’s outburst and continued on. “And it’s Jason who I have s*x with the most. And maybe my body just finally got used to his semen and sperm. There’s a bunch of studies on this sort of thing. Chances are, they’re both Jason’s.”
“What are the chances, exactly?”
“Like seventy five percent they’re both his.”
“Huh,” was Vickie’s response. “Which means there’s still a chance one—or both—are Rob’s.”
Brenda nodded and said, “That’s true. But chances are—”
“Do you know how f****d up it is that you could be carrying twins from different fathers?”
T
