"What do you mean he doesn’t know!"
I threw my hand over my face as Bianca asked me the same question for the umpteenth time. Yes, I knew that the father of my 'baby' should've been the first to know, but that wasn’t necessarily the case with me.
"For the last time B, I was sending you a text, and I sent it to him instead." I explained for the fifth time. Finally she seemed as if she got it.
"So tell him that it was an accident. Simple" She shrugged. I gave her a deadpanned look.
"Wow because I haven’t thought about that"
I huffed, wanting terribly to take a swing of the vodka she brought, but I would get sick every time I even looked at it. I guess it was my inner maternal instinct that did it. But I didn’t even want a kid so why?
"So why haven’t you told him?"
"Because..." I drew.
