CHRISTIAN’S POV
The doctor gave a professional nod, turned and walked away but his words still lingered in the air and echoed in my ears.
I just couldn’t wrap my head around it—Lucy was pregnant. My mind raced as I tried hard to make sense of it.
Was the child mine? Could the child really even be mine? I can't remember a single time I was intimate with Lucy.
My spiralling thoughts halted as a memory resurfaced of a night just a month ago after having a heated argument with Emily by the seaside. I was furious and confused, I returned home and had too many drinks with Lucy and we spent the night together.
I could hardly remember everything about the night because I was groggy from the alcohol. But could it really have happened then?
I ran my hand through my head and groaned internally in frustration.
Was I intimate with Lucy? Was I the father of the child she was carrying?