Fucking hell, this is all I need, I said to myself as I walked up to the front door and threw it open.

"Well, this is unexpected," I said.

"It shouldn't be, babe," Nicole said, walking inside confidently.

"You're not pregnant, Nicole," I said. "So tell me why you're really here."

"I really am pregnant, John," she said. She took off her sunglasses and shook out her hair. She smelled like travel, the hodgepodge of musty and dull odors from an airplane.

"Not a chance," I said. "I'm not falling for your bullshit. Why the fuck are you here?"

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