Chapter 38
We drove the final kilometers to the hospital in an awkward silence. I was holding the baby who was wrapped in Jack's plaid shirt. I was in the back seat and the baby was still attached to me. When we were almost reaching the hospital the baby started crying. For a moment I didn't know what to do. "Maybe he is hungry." Jack said. Of course. I lifted my shirt and started to nurse him. "I'm sorry about your car." I said weakly. Jack looked at me through the rearview mirror. "Don't worry about it, I'll get it clean." After a few minutes Jack spoke again. "Is he mine?" "Yes." I simply replied. All of my plans to keep this little dude from Jack went to s*** the minute I went into labor in front of Jack. Maybe it was the hormones talking, but what was the point in keeping the truth from hi
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