“Whose is it?” he pushed me against the wall, his hands on either side of my head. I gulped and gathered up the rest of my courage, to glare up at him, “Who do you think?” His blue eyes widened and he quickly put space in between our bodies. I let out a breath of air, don’t let him scare you. “I don’t know should I ask Cody?” he asked with fake venom. He knows it, he knows he’s the father, even though he tries to deny it, he knows. “Cody lies, we didn’t sleep together, and I’ve only been with one person. And you know it,” He shook his head vigorously, as if he could shake off a cold. “You’re the father; you know you’re the father. But, don’t worry only you and I will know the true identity of the father. I’ll say I got drunk and had a one night stand,” I glared at him one last time before spinning on my heels. “Why,” he whispered. I placed a hand on my tiny baby bump, and began to walk away. He knows why.