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I PUT MY PHONE DOWN ON THE COUNTER AND GOT A BEER FROM THE

fridge. If I wasn’t driving anywhere tonight, I didn’t need to worry about how much I drank. If I couldn’t be with Aline, taking care of her, getting a little drunk sounded like a good idea. Not so much that I’d be hung over tomorrow, but enough to take the edge off.

It was a hell of an edge. Pregnant.

I was going to be a father.

Maybe. Aline could decide to terminate the pregnancy, but after how her parents had struggled to have kids, I didn’t think that was going to be the route she took. If she did, I’d be there with her, but even as shell-shocked as I was right now, I was hoping she’d have the baby.

My baby. Fuck.

I needed to sit down, but the few chairs I had were covered with shit from my storage unit. The floor would have to do. I leaned back against my refrigerator and took a long drink.

I’d never really thought about being a father. My parents never pressured any of us kids about giving them