Summary
I never wanted to be a daddy...now I'm left holding a baby!
Six months ago, my ex-wife said that she wanted a baby, so I wanted out of our marriage.
When I saw her back in town, strolling into a fertility clinic, I had to find out what she was up to. I'm no James Bond, but I followed her into the clinic and sat in the waiting room.
I was too distracted to pay attention to the annoying girl next to me who wouldn't stop talking.
She announced that she needed to go to the bathroom and I was relieved that she was leaving my side, besides it had nothing to do with me.
When my ex-came out of the doctor's office, I jumped up and followed. Until the nurse called me and said I'd forgotten something.
I looked back and realized that she was talking about a baby.
The girl`s baby.
Not mine.
The nurse accused me of being with the girl, just because she saw us talking. I made a snap decision...I picked it up and took it home. Now, I’m a daddy by accident, and I have to find the girl, to return her baby. I didn’t want one with my ex, and I certainly don’t want one with a stranger...or do I?
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