Oh nooooooo! Oh f**k, oh s**t. Jolene was on antibiotics for a chest infection about six weeks ago, and we forgot to use a condom. Oh s**t, I’m going … I’m going to be a dad.
“CASEY, CASEY!” I run out of the office and catch her as she leaves her room in her black leather tactical gear. I grip her arm and she spins around, raising her fist. Her eyes widen and she pulls me to her.
“Roman, what is it? Oh, my god, is it mom, dad? Lia, Leo, the kids? Roman speak to me. What’s wrong?” she says and I feel sick. The room is spinning and I can’t think of what to say.
“I … I need you to call Jolene. Please, just call her.” I say to her and she must see the desperation and shock in my eyes, and she nods her head before she pulls the phone from her back pocket and dials Jolene’s number and she a
