12 Chase
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“ARE YOU SURE IT’S EVEN yours?” my father asked.
“No. She says it is, but...” There were too many rumors going on about her screwing around. First with Gus. Now Bruce. I had no f*****g clue. I hoped to hell the baby wasn’t mine.
“Pfft,” he waved his hand. “You need a paternity test. Don’t start making plans until you have one done.”
“Don’t we have to wait until the baby is born?”
“No. A friend of mine, Jerry Bermstien, thought he’d knocked up a woman a few months back. They did a paternity test while she was pregnant and it turned out he wasn’t the father.” He grabbed his phone. “There’s no way you’re going to be responsible for someone else’s kid. I’m going to make sure of that.”
“Who are you calling?”
“Jerry. I want to ask him about the test.”
The anxiety was k
