Chapter 142

“I’m the father—shouldn’t I have a say in this?” Burke asked.

The shock of what he had just heard would not leave his face. How could she think of doing something like this?

“Maybe you can make decisions like that when you are the one who carries the baby.”

“Okay, here’s what we will do: give birth to the baby and give it to me. I’ll take care of the baby,” he said.

If he had not known about the baby, he wouldn’t have cared, but now that he knew, he had to make sure the baby received as much love as he had lacked growing up.

“I won’t carry this baby,” she said, tapping the table.

“Why?” he said, almost crying.

“Because carrying this baby means I would devote at least a year of my life to tending to it, and at least six months to get back