My Ex and His Brother Fight to Be Daddy

Four months after we broke up, I called Blake.

"I'm pregnant. Do you want this child?"

Blake practically recoiled.

"We were super careful, Skylar. Don't try to pin this on me."

I asked again.

"You're sure you don't want this child, right?"

"I don't."

Blake's answer was firm.

A wave of relief washed over me. Good, one less battle to fight for my child.

I was on my own, raising her from day one.

Until my daughter turned five. Suddenly, my ex and his best friend were practically fighting over who got to be her dad.

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It had been six years since I last saw Blake.