Page 181 of His Sunshine Baby

“Fuck you! I’m telling you, this child is yours! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It can’t be mine, Elena!”

He lets out a big sigh, before finally looking at me.

“… I’m sterile, Elena.”

I stare at him, speechless for once. What the…

“I can’t have children,” he continues. “I swear if there was a one in a billion chance this child could be mine, trust me, I would gladly believe you. I would be thrilled if you were pregnant with my baby, Elena, I swear. But here’s the thing, it cannot possibly be mine. I’m sterile.”

… This is a nightmare. I feel the tears coming, and I don’t repress them. I can’t deal with this right now; I don’t have the strength for this. I start sobbing, unable to repress it. Sterile? What the actual fuck? How can he say he’s sterile? I’m pregnant with his baby!

“What the fuck are you saying?” I ask, hoping I heard that wrong. “Sterile?”

“It’s from many years ago,” he nods. “I lost the ability to have children because of my father. One day, he hit me. He always hit us, though most days Damian protected me and Liam. That wasn’t always the case, though. And, that one time, he… hit me so hard in my stomach, I started bleeding… I bled a lot. Damian took me to the hospital, but they couldn’t… I learned I wouldn’t be able to have children no matter how much surgery I underwent. There’s nothing medicine can do for me, Elena, I’m sterile. I’ve been sterile since I was fifteen… That’s the real reason my fated mate didn’t want me. She had a choice between her rich fiancé and a damaged teenager who could never have children. I can’t blame her.”

No, no, no. There’s no fucking way. I am pregnant, I am pregnant for sure, and there’s no fucking way anybody else isthat child’s father. And he has the fucking guts to give me a story about him being sterile now?!

“… Fuck you, Nate.”

That’s all I could utter right now. I’m so furious. I’m crying tears of anger and frustration. I don’t care what he thinks and I don’t care about that stupid offended expression of his.

“You dare mention your ex now?” I go on. “Do you think I care? I don’t give a damn what you think you can or can’t do, I know what I’m saying. Those doctors were wrong, Nate. I am pregnant, I am pregnant and no one else but you can be the father!”

“I cannot be, Elena! Even if you are, I can’t have children! At all! I have all of the files, my complete medical chart, back at my place, attesting why your child cannot be mine! If you want, I can show it to you, I–”

“I don’t give a shit about your medical records, you idiot!” I shout. “I’ve been trying to think for weeks about how to tell you, and now, this? Nate, this child is my miracle! I didn’t think I could have children either! I had a miscarriage, and–”

“But your chances after a miscarriage aren’t zero, Elena. Mine are. I’m… I’ll try to be happy for you that you got pregnant again, but… don’t say I’m the dad. I cannot be.”

He steps away from me. Moon Goddess… He really doesn’t believe me, not even one bit. I keep crying, helpless. What the fuck do I do? I don’t care about his sterility bullshit, I need him! I didn’t think I would have to fucking convince him! But it’s already over. Whatever I say, he won’t believe me. It’s all written in his eyes. Fuck… This is the worst. I knew it could go wrong, he could have not taken it well, but this is a whole fucking different level. I feel so stupid! I feel stupid for even crying, for being so disappointed! Worse, now he thinks I’m carrying somebody else’s baby!

“Elena, I–”

“Nate, shut up.”

This time, I’m the one to step back. I can’t do this. I need to think of myself and my child… Nate doesn’t matter.

“I don’t… You know what? Never mind. I don’t need you.”

“Elena, I–”

“You don’t want to hear the truth, fine,” I retort. “I’ll do it on my own.”

“I’m not leaving you, Elena! You’re the one who’s not listening, this child–”

“Nathaniel, I never slept with anyone else but you for almost a year,” I growl. “This baby was conceived thirteen weeks ago, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m pretty sure I’m not able to conceive on my own.”

I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. This is the truth, and if he won’t hear it, I won’t waste my time here. I don’t care how sorry he looks. I’m so fucking disappointed in him, that he won’t even try to hear me out, to trust me, but there’s no use staying here. He thinks I slept with somebody else, he thinks I’m a liar and some hoe. I don’t care about his excuses. He doesn’t get to play the apology card now.

“Elena, I really wanted to–”

“To what? Believe me? Believe whatever you want, Nate. I’m tired of lies. I came here to tell you this, now I’ve done my share. You do whatever you want with it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You heard me. I’ve told you, now whatever you want to believe is up to you. I’ll have this child, with you as its dad or not. I don’t give a damn about your story of being sterile. It’s your problem now.”

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