It's Going to be One Hell of a Messy Night

I woke up in a cold sweat. I look over and see Alex peacefully sleeping next to me.

It was all a dream.

Yes, I chickened out.

I couldn't tell him. It would kill him.

Maybe there was some way it could be his baby, a one in a million chance. I thought as I put my hand on the small bump beginning to form.

I knew I couldn't hide it much longer. I mean, food babies don't generally last forever, nor do they get bigger than what I already have.

I had planned to call a specialist in the morning, to see if there's anyway it could be his baby.

Though, I knew I would still have to tell him what had happened with Oli, but if it was in-fact Alex's baby maybe it would soften the blow.

I rolled over and went back to sleep.

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I woke up to the sun beaming in my eyes on a quiet Sunday morning, I didn't have to work so that was a relief. Well, sort of.

I rolled out bed, grabbed two towels from the linen closet and took a shower.

Once I finished I pulled on a pair of over-sized gray sweatpants, and Alex's Ghostbusters shirt.

I wasn't very hungry, so I laid down on the couch grabbing my laptop off the coffee table and began my research on azoospermia.

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An hour later and no such luck. The chances of Alex conceiving a child are slim to none, and the only way to be sure is to have a bunch of testing done, and eventually a DNA test.

So in the end, I'm still fucked.

I feel like such a terrible person for hiding the baby and trying to make it be Alex's when I know it's Oliver's, but I know I'm doing this for the sake of everybody.

For me because I love Alex, and it would be such a blessing for the both of us to remain happy and raise a family together.

For Alex because he loves me and he's such a great guy and doesn't deserve this.

And then there's Oli, he's in a great band, that's actually going places. He doesn't need to be tied down by a random girl he had sex with and child that came out that mistake.

So it's a win win situation for all.

I hope.