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Chapter 9

Henri
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o say I am nervous is an understatement. My future lies within a tiny child
who has no idea about the chaos he or she has been born into. I try to
determine how I feel. I’m not sure to hope the baby is mine or Monty’s.
I want children, so I would accept and love the child to the best of my ability. I just
don’t want one under these circumstances. This child is minutes old and is already
part of a broken home. If the baby is Monty’s, I hope he and Cassie cam get their
shit together for the sake of the baby.
I slide a glance at Sanya. She is currently my rock. She navigates through traffic
and turns around the moment I show her the text. She doesn’t ask if I need her to

go with me, she just knows I need the support. With my mom and sister being on
the other side of town, Sanya is it. My dad works close to the hospital, but this is a
job for a woman.
I am going to be a little sad either way. If the baby is mine, I will have to deal
with Cassie’s shit; her brother’s text is the precursor to the drama I am about to
enter. I’ve always envisioned having a wife and child, not a baby momma. I have
been tedious about using birth control. I took the “no glove, no love” motto to
heart, because I don’t want to have a kid with just anyone.
I’d been surprised when Cassie told me she was pregnant because of my
diligence avoiding conception. My knowledge that condoms aren’t 100% led me to
believe her when she told me. I hadn’t been happy because she is not the one I
pictured as the mother of my child. I’d also been mad at myself because I really
didn’t have sex with anyone I couldn’t picture as a mother. Cassie had been the one
time I’d broken that rule.