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*****Nikita POV*****

A week later, I feel less nauseous but angry and frustrated. I still don’t know what and whose child I am carrying and I refuse to acknowledge it’s presence in my tummy.

I walk into the lounge to find Becca and Colt chatting. Becca stands up and rushes to the kitchen the moment she sees me and returns with a bowl.

“Fruit salad?”

I glare at her. Becca and I have not been in good terms lately. She just won’t quit trying to talk me into keeping a sneaky bastard’s child.

“It’s yummy and nutritious.”

“I know. Good for the fucken’ baby.” I complete her sentence.

“Strong language! Babies can hear,” she rebukes me. She’s been acting like my mother lately and it’s just infuriating.

Colt moves between us and looks worried at me. He’s been doing a lot of this lately too.

“How are you feeling?”

“I am angry, no, I am furious. I had just one chance to conceive and some asshole took that choice away from me.”

“We will find him, okay?”

I sigh and take a seat on the couch. B