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Chapter 64: Daddy Dom
Jase
“What do you mean, the baby won’t biologically be yours? There is a possibility….”
“There isn’t, J. I can’t have kids. I’m sterile,” Ransom interrupts, not rising to my frustrated anger at him telling me won’t have a mini Ransom running around.
“Sterile naturally or sterile as in…”
“I had vasectomy alright,” he deadpans, interrupting me once again. Sometimes I wish Ransom could feel emotions as strongly as I do.
I would ask him if he had any remorse over that decision now, but I know the truth. He doesn’t. He can’t. He lacks the capability.
“What is wrong with you? Why are you mad at me over this?” Ransom asks me, baffled at me being livid at him over this.
“Maybe because I want to raise a little mini-Ransom/Carley mix in the future. Maybe I was excited over the possibility of a child with you
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