So here it is! :D

Should I change the title to Carrying the Enemy's Child?

Anyways here's the new story!.

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Fate is an odd thing.

I use to not believe in it, but then again, I wouldn't be here without it.

But here I am.

I didn't believe in love either.

To me it was a waste of time, it didn't exist, only in movies.

And I didn't need it either, or want it.

Because I had my whole life planned out.

After boarding school, with the dirty money my father makes out of being a mob boss, I would go to college; and I would become a great mediator.

And I wouldn't have to depend on the dirty money my father made.

But I didn't know it was dirty at the time, because I had never questioned him, his tactics, or what he said to me.

Until I met him.

The man that changed my life.

Turning my life upside down.

So I had to believe fate brought us together.

Either that, or a night of alcohol and drugs.

Yeah.

I liked to think it was fate.

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It has the same idea as Knocked Up, but differently... You'll have to read to find out how different they are :D

Review and tell what'd you think?