When I told my sister there could potentially be three different possibilities of who the father could be she was not happy in the slightest. She even said if I wasn't pregnant she would fight me and I 100% believe her.

Let's just say my summer was fun, everything I wanted it to be. I had a hot girl summer that apparently got too hot.

Well if it isn't the consequences of my own actions.

Baby father number one is actually my ex. One summer night I went too hard on the vodka and ended up in his bed. Not my smartest idea but if we're being honest I'm not all that smart anyways.

I knock on the familiar door and he opens it two minutes later. He's surprised to see me and I can't blame him. I tell him we need to talk so he let's me in. He offers me something to drink and I settle for lemonade.

Me: So Haechan..

He hums.

Me: We've got a lot of history you know? Grammar school to high-school sweethearts. Even dated a little freshman year of college.
Haechan: You came here to go down memory lane?
Me: Not necessarily.

I chuckle uneasily.

Me: You remember what happened this past summer right?

He rolls his eyes before sighing.

Haechan: We were drunk and promised it would never happen again remember?
Me: Yes and I still agree on that part but things have gotten complicated.
Haechan: How complicated?

I dig into my purse and hand him the mini envelope. He eyes me weirdly before pulling out the photos. Once his eyes widen I advert my gaze.

This is cringy.

Haechan: You're pregnant?
Me: Yes, one month.

Silence.

I dated him for years and have never seen him so damn quiet. He goes to say something but immediately closes his mouth again, he's stuck.

Me: Before you freak out too bad there's something else I should tell you.
Haechan: Oh God there's more?

Oh you have no idea pal.

Me: I'm not sure if you're the father.
Haechan: Come again?
Me: Oh I sure did that night.

I slap my knee laughing and he's not amused, not amused at all.

Me: My summer was interesting. So it could be you or the other two.
Haechan: Other two? What the hell!
Me: Now don't judge me! This is no time for judgement!

He runs a hand over his face.

Haechan: Let me get this straight. You're pregnant and the father could be me or him or him?
Me: Correct and I have no way of knowing who's the father until the baby is born. I mean the hospital does have something where you can get a DNA test while pregnant but it's a risky procedure.

He plops down on the couch not saying anything.

Haechan: So what now?
Me: I have to tell the other two and then we'll go from there.
Haechan: I'm going to be honest with you because I always have.

Truth, he's never sugarcoated a thing.

Haechan: I'll be there for you throughout this pregnancy, once we find out the real dad then I'll back away. But for now until otherwise I'll just remind myself I have a kid on the way.

I smile. This is the reason I came to him first, he always knows what to say.

Me: You're so sweet. Why'd we break up again?
Haechan: Don't go there.

We both laugh.

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BABY FATHA # 1 (THE EX)
HAECHAN