Kaylee pov
Me saying this out loud again makes it feel so real, and there is no escaping from it, I just have to accept that this is my life.
"How far along are you?" He asks me the question I don't have a good answer for, I hardly know what day it is or how long ago I got inseminated.
"A couple of weeks," I say with uncertainty in my voice while I see him leaning forward over his desk.
"You don't know when you were intimate with the man, or have there been several?" he asks, and I look at him with dilated eyes. He thinks I have slept with several men, or what is he implying?
"I'm just asking, not judging you," he says after a moment, and I take a deep breath.
"There is only one man, but I'm not sure it's alive," I simply say when I see him get up from his seat and walk around the de
