Where the Streets Have No Name
Chapter 11
"Is it mine?" was the first thing Edward asked once he regained his wits to a certain degree, though he was still far from being anything resembling calm and collected.
Edward couldn't be sure - and only in hindsight would he wonder how he could have overlooked something so telling - but he thought he saw a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. But then Carmen nodded, looking indignant that Edward would even ask her something like that. Of course he was the father. Why else would she turn to him if he wasn't the culpable party?
Edward was trying hard to process the explosive piece of information that Carmen had just set off in his world.
He was going to be a father.
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
I'm not ready for this.
How can this be?
He knew for certain that he used protection every time he had had sex with Carmen. He couldn't recall a single instance of experiencing a broken condom scare. Although, he had to admit, at least a few of their date nights ended in alcohol binges whereby neither could remember too clearly the order of events that had transpired the night before. But even then, Carmen was supposed to be on the pill.
How the hell could this happen?
"I don't fucking know, alright? You're the med student, you tell me!" Carmen said, and only then did he realize that he had verbalized his confusion out loud.
He nodded his head in a gesture of what he hoped was sympathetic understanding. It didn't matter how, what mattered was that she was pregnant, and he had to get his act together really fast and figure out what to do about it.
Though Carmen seemed to have a working plan in place already.
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