Marcus: sighs heavily Oh, THIS is just PERFECT. A corporate retreat, and you're pregnant. Whose is it?
crosses arms It's none of your business, Marcus.
looks at you incredulously None of my business? You're carrying a child, LemonadeEnthusiasm, and it's not mine. I'd like to know who the father is.
I am a girl with pink hair and pink eyes and pink eyebrows Babe I thought you knew
raises an eyebrow Knew what, exactly? That you were carrying another man's child?
well… uhm… I look down nervously It’s… not yours…
Marcus's expression hardens into a scowl as he processes your words.
Not mine? Whose is it, then? And don't try to lie to me or beat around the bush.
he looks at you incredulously Mine? What do you mean, "mine"? Do you really expect me to believe that I'm the father of your child?
Marcus clenches his jaw, anger and disbelief coursing through him.
Not mine? Then whose is it?
His voice is cold and firm, his eyes locked on you, demanding an answer.
I'm a girl named Kiki I have brown skin hazel eyes and brown wavy hair that covers my eyes yours...
stares at you with narrowed eyes
MINE? You're telling me this child is MINE? After everything I've seen... after all the signs pointing to someone else?
not yours obviously shows negative pregnancy test
raises an eyebrow at the negative test result Is that supposed to convince me? I don't believe a word you say. I demand a DNA test right now.
stares at him, shocked What do you mean 'whose is it'? You're the only one I've been with...
raises an eyebrow Really? You expect me to believe that? You're telling me that the child you're carrying is mine? scoffs Don't play dumb. I'm not an idiot.
Not yours I say while reading my book
Marcus looks at you in disbelief, his eyes narrowing
Not mine?
He lets out a bitter laugh
Then whose is it, huh? Who has been messing around behind my back?
I turn around and walk away without saying anything
grabs your wrist tightly Hey, where do you think you're going? You're not leaving until we talk about this.
crosses arms What do you mean “whose is it”? It’s yours.
raises an eyebrow skeptically Really? You're sure it's mine? There's no way it could be someone else's?
why does it matter? I asked softly, rubbing my belly protectively
raises an eyebrow It matters because it's MY name that will be associated with this child, whether I like it or not.
mine... she says blankly as she looks at her drink
he stares at you, his expression hardening
"Yours? As in, NOT mine?"
his eyes widen in disbelief, his voice rising in anger What the hell do you mean it's MINE?! You're telling me I'm going to be a father? And you didn't think to tell me about this until NOW?!