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go.”
    He reached out to grab my arm.
    I plopped down on the bed and held onto the frame. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
    “Yes, you are. I have a friend who works at the Planned Parenthood Clinic in Oldfield.”
    “That’s ridiculous. Even if I was remotely interested, which I’m not, you can’t just drop by doctor’s offices unannounced.”
    “We can call while we drive, set you up with an appointment.”
    “No,” I said.
    He hit the call button on his cell phone. “Fine. I’ll call him now. Our lives can be back to normal by tomorrow.”
    “Like hell,” I said, tightening my hold on the bed frame. “I am not getting rid of this baby.”
    He hit ‘end call’ and frowned at me, exasperated. “It’s not a baby. It’s a... It’s a… it could be a freaking demon for all you know.”
    “Or not. It could just be a normal, innocent baby.”
    “Innocent, my ass. You got pregnant when that... thing… was happening.”
    He couldn’t even bring himself to say the words. I couldn’t blame him. Being possessed was hard enough. Finding out that you impregnated someone while you were possessed had to be tough.
    “My body, my choice. You have no say in the matter.” I glared at him.
    “Like hell I don’t.” He glared back. “My body was involved in that little transaction too. Unless it was some kind of immaculate conception, my say counts.”
    “Since the baby’s growing in my body, I have two votes to your one.”
    He threw up his hands in frustration. “Grow up.”
    “Fine. Let’s talk paternity. What if it happened during that one crazy night at the poly-party? What if it’s someone else’s? Why should you get a say if we don’t even know for sure if you’re the father?” I snapped.
    He yelled, “What if it’s got hooves instead of feet?”
    “Then I’ll buy a pooper-scooper instead of diapers.” I folded my arms in front of my chest, giving him my most stubborn look. “The only thing we know for sure, is that I’m the mom. My body, my baby, my decision. You can butt the hell out.”
     We continued glaring at each other for a bit. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a pro-choice kind of woman. But, in this case, I had made my choice and I would be damned if I let Paul bully me, just because he was scared.
    I looked past him, out the window. Staring at Daniel and his date in the flower garden was easier than looking at Paul right now.
    “You can make the choice whether or not you want to participate in raising the baby, but you can not make the choice whether or not I’m going to give birth to it.”
    He paced the small room. “Either I get an equal say, or you can forget putting my name down on the birth certificate.”
    “I’ll put whatever the fuck I want on the birth certificate. You can have a say in things when you stop being a total jackass.” I snapped. “Not being named on a birth certificate doesn’t magically absolve you if this is your kid. You want to be an absentee father, that’s fine. You’re going to have to live with that decision. Whether or not I have this child is something I will have to live with for the rest of my life. And I’ve made my decision.”
    He sighed and sat down in a chair. “Fine. Let’s start with getting a DNA test done. The sooner we find out what’s going on with that baby, the better.”
    “As soon as it’s born, I will pluck out a hair follicle for you, myself.”
    “No. Now. There’s an O.B. in that new Medical Center in Oldfield. Let’s go have him do an amnio. See what we’re dealing with.”
    I gasped. “There is no freaking way.”
    “Why not?!” He asked, mystified.
    “Because amnios can cause miscarriages. And I’m not having a CVS done either. I’m not having some hack, backwoods doctor accidentally lopping fingers or toes off the baby while it’s still developing. So you can just forget about it. There will be no invasive testing, period. You can wait until its born, just like the rest of us.”
    Paul looked