Six years after the breakup, I'm pregnant with my ex-boyfriend's baby.

Six years after we broke up, I found myself in his emergency room.

"I'm pregnant. The baby is yours."

His face went ashen. "Pregnant with a six-year-old? What are you even talking about?"

The atmosphere instantly became unbearably awkward.

"So, you're not going to acknowledge it?"

"You think I'd just step up and be a stand-in dad?" he shot back.

I fell silent for a few seconds. "Fine. Then I'll find a father for him myself."

Nine months later.

He clutched the chief surgeon's arm, his voice rough with desperation. "Please, man, I'm begging you. Make the incision as neat as possible.