All those questions had given her a headache. And she didn't feel like talking to anyone, so she decided to spend an hour or three in her own house. Lucille fell asleep on the couch. Thirty minutes into her nap, she woke up with a start at the sound of a knock on her door. "I'm coming!" She called out. Dragging her feet. Wes stood before her, looking broken. Heart broken and confused. A very sad look on his face as he asked, "You're pregnant?" It stung, it stung her to see him look like that, and hear the words come out of his mouth. A lump formed in her throat. Her eyes burning with welling up tears. "Who told you?" "I got a call from one of the kids. I was worried when no one could find you. So when he told me you were there, I went right over, but you'd already left." The pain was in his voice. "They kept asking if it was me. If I'm the father of your baby. Tell me Lucille, are you?" She looked up, blinking away the tears. Her answer lodged in her t
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