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"You are not aborting my baby again," he drops a hard warning the second we get out of the elevator, heading straight to his car, "I don't care if you don't want her but you're carrying her to term."

Both of us didn’t say anything to each other since we left the doctor’s office, most probably still processing the news because who would’ve guessed it’s been three months without us realising there’s a baby brewing in me. He settled the payment, picked up the medicine, then we went to the elevator that brought us to the parking lot.

"I'll take her once she's delivered. You don't have to worry about taking care of her, I'll do it. I'll do it on my own."

I raise an eyebrow hearing his absurd plan- he wants to take care of a newborn on his own? When he has zero knowledge on this? Where is this confidence coming from? Is it because he’ll be hiring a nanny? On top of his family (his Mom)’s support?

But what’s more concerning is, where is this idea coming from? Why is he making this kind of