ROMAN

The day has arrived.

The results of the paternity test are meant to be out and I'm shitting bricks waiting for it. At this point, my lawyer already has access to it, so all he has to do is call and tell me whether or not I'll be a father.

On the surface, I don't really think I impregnated anyone. I mean, what are the chances? I saw the condom on the floor. I ensured that I hadn't spilled my seed inside of her.

On a deeper level, though...I'm fucking terrified because I know the ...