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Lashnia Guirro "Congratulations lady Lashnia. You're pregnant," I was happy when the doctor who examined me said that. I can't believe it. Steven and I are going to have a baby. I happily stood up to get my bag. I saw the surprise on everyone's face as to why I was happy. I saw dad, he’s with Uteir. "Dad, I'm pregnant!" "What?" "Aren't you happy?" "Who's the father?" “Steven Mar- "Me," we looked at Uteir at the same time when he interfered into the conversation. What is he talking about? "I am the father. I'm sorry Don Guirro. I'll take any consequences for what I did to lady Lashnia." "Hey stop it! You are not the father of my child, Uteir. Dad, don't believe him. He is not the father of my baby." I am hoping that they will believe me but I received pity from their eyes. As if