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“A baby?!” My eyes nearly pop out of their socket.

“Yes, a baby?” He answers, looking certain of what he’s saying.

“I’m not having a baby for Keenan. I don’t even like him?!” I exclaim loudly, hoping it registers in his memory.

I’ve never been one to resent or contradict the words that come out of Mycole’s mouth. They have always been true and they are always certain, but I refuse to believe or put my faith in this vision of his. Keenan is a wonderful guy, but the longest I see us going is close friends. I do not hope to have a baby with Keenan ‘cause...