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"Thanks," I say, trying to keep things polite.

Ally comes back into the room, handing us our drinks. We all chat for a few more minutes, but the tension in the room is palpable. I know that I need to get out of there, but I don't want to leave things on a bad note.

Ally and Ashlee had a small talk in the kitchen where I can see them but can’t hear what they are saying. After they finish their conversation, I can see the relief on Ashlee's face as she expresses her gratitude that I am willing to take care of the baby. It feels good to have her support, and I thank her for it.

As we continue talking, I start to feel a bit uncomfortable being in their home, but I try to make small talk with Ashlee. We discuss her job as a hotelier and her future plans, and I find myself enjoying the conversation more than I expected. As the night goes on, I realize it's getting late and I should be heading home. I say my goodbyes and Ally walks me to my car. We share another passionate kiss, and I can feel our bodies pressing close together. As we pull away, my heart is racing with excitement. I can hardly believe that I have a second chance with Ally and that we have the opportunity to raise our child together. It's a feeling that I will never forget.

I leave Ally's house feeling elated. As I drive home, I replay the night's events in my head. The conversation with Ally was nerve-wracking at first, but I am relieved that we have come to an agreement about the baby. I am willing to take care of both of them, and it seems like Ally is okay with that.

As I walk into the house, I am greeted by Alfred, who notices my upbeat mood. I tell him all about my evening with Ally and how we have come to a decision about the baby. He is happy for me and gets me a drink, which I gladly accept. We sit down to watch the game on TV, and I laugh as we cheer for opposite teams.

"It's always good to see you happy, sir," Alfred says as he hands me a fresh drink.

"Thanks, Alfred. I really appreciate everything you do for me," I reply, raising my glass in a toast.

"It's my pleasure, sir," he says with a smile.

We continue to watch the game and chat about various topics until it's time for me to turn in for the night. As I get into bed, I feel grateful for the people in my life. I have a rewarding career with a nice job, supportive brothers, a loyal friend in Alfred, and now, potentially, a new family with Ally and our baby. I close my eyes, feeling content and looking forward to what the future holds.

Chapter thirteen

A Potential

Ally

Iwalkintotheliving room and find my sister Ashlee sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. I just said goodbye to Dante at the door and he gives me a quick kiss before walking off. Ashlee notices my arrival and turns to me with a serious look on her face.

“Ally, can we talk?” she says, patting the couch next to her.

I sit down, feeling a little apprehensive. I know what she wants to talk about. The pregnancy.

“I just want you to know that Dante is right,” she begins, “he will take care of you and the baby. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“I know,” I sigh, “but I don’t want him to feel like he has to be with me just because I’m having his child. And he’s so much older than me, it’s weird.”

Ashlee rolls her eyes. “You’re being ridiculous, Ally. Dante obviously cares about you and the baby. And the age thing? Who cares? You’re both consenting adults.”

We talk for a while longer, Ashlee trying to convince me that it’s okay to let Dante be involved in the baby’s life. I finally relent, realizing that I don’t want to deny my child a relationship with their father. Ashlee hugs me, relieved that I’ve come to a decision. We spend the rest of the night watching TV, trying to distract ourselves from the overwhelming situation we’re in. As we say goodnight and go to our respective bedrooms, I remind myself how grateful I am for Ashlee’s support. It’s going to be a long road ahead but knowing that she’s there for me makes all the difference.

As I lie in bed, I engage in deep thoughts about everything that's happened in the last few weeks. It all feels like a blur. Meeting Dante, falling for him, finding out I'm pregnant, and now trying to navigate this complicated situation. I know that I need to make a decision soon, but it's not easy. I never thought I'd be in this position, and I don't know what the right answer is. All I can do is trust my instincts and hope that everything will work out in the end. But as I drift off to sleep, I can't shake the feeling that my life is about to change in ways I never imagined.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm ringing loudly, reminding me that it's time to start a new day. I stretch my arms and legs, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on my face. I can't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling inside me, knowing that I will see Dante today. I get out of bed and head to the kitchen, where my sister is already making breakfast. She greets me with a warm smile and I return it, grateful to have her in my life. Together, we make pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup, frying up some crispy bacon and brewing a pot of coffee.

As we sit down to eat, I tell her about my plans to spend time with Dante at work today. She nods in approval and I’m relieved that she supports me. After finishing our breakfast, I get dressed and head to work. As I walk into the office, I see Dante sitting at his desk. He looks up and smiles when he sees me, making my heart skip a beat. We talk for a while, chatting about how the night had been and joking around, and I’m glad that there is no stress or awkwardness between us now. I can feel the chemistry between us growing stronger, and I know that something good will come out of this.

I spend the rest of the day doing my work, but I’m inevitably ’distracted by thoughts of Dante. Finally, as the day ends, I gather my courage and head to his office. As I enter his office, I see Dr. Peters there, looking surprised to see me. I can feel my heart racing, wondering if something is wrong.

"Ally, is everything okay?" Dr. Peters asks, his tone serious.

Dante quickly interjects, "Yes, everything's fine. Ally just wanted to come and say hello."

I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that Dante is there to support me. Dante tells him that they could go now for their rounds and he tells me to check the documents on his table and go through them. I know what he is playing at so I simply obey and go to the table while they walk out of the office. I take up the seat at the corner of his office and I stare around the spacious office, admiring the beauty it holds.

Dante

As I walk down the hallway towards the storage room, I feel a sense of urgency. We have to make sure we have all the supplies we need; otherwise, we won't be able to treat our patients properly. Dr. Peters walks beside me, his long strides matching mine. He's a good assistant, always on top of things.

We reach the storage room, and I look around at the current supplies There are a few supplies we need to restock, such as gauze and IV bags. Dr. Peters takes out his list, and we begin to match the quantity of each item with what we need. The storekeeper is there, writing down everything we say.

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