Chapter Seven: Accusations
Haylie was now at home from a huge shopping trip with Sabrina and was sitting on the couch watching the movie Zombieland when Mike walked into the front door saying, "The kid is not mine."
Haylie slumped her head in annoyance as he said that, "Looks, I'm like a day pregnant or something, and now you're saying you're not the father. Wow, what total maturity coming out of you." Haylie commented as she got up.
"Well, I sure know that you're a flow blown slut who hung up her job by actually getting a soul mate and getting married." Mike commented.
"Me? A full blown slut?" Haylie asked.
"Uh yeah, did I stutter or something? You're a slut who would fuck any guy in sight, and when you discover that you're pregnant, you put the child on me." Mike said,
"Well yeah I put the child on you because you are the father." Haylie said.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No I'm not. Why don't you talk to the real father about this stupid little fucking baby." Mike said.
"Uh yeah I am, because you are the fucking father you fucking moron." Haylie said, ready to either drop the whole conversation and just beat the crap out of her husband, baby in her or no baby in her.
"You know what Haylie, even I thought about what I was going to say, and I'm usually the type of person to say this, but…" Mike started.
"But what?" Haylie asked.
"I'd wished I didn't marry you."