"Killian, you're hurting me!"
"Say what you want! I am getting a doctor to inspect you. There is no way you are pregnant with my child!"
"Killian, you're humiliating me!"
Nothing mattered.
Not the heads turning in the clinic, not the phones filming, not Damian's desperate screams.
"Sir, please, calm down!"
The plea of the nurses meant nothing. If Damian is truly pregnant with my child, I'll be a dead man walking for the rest of my life.
A child made out of just pheromones attracting each other was bound to be regretted.
"Test us. Both. Everything. From pheromones to his supposed pregnancy. Now!"
"Sir, there is a line of waiting. You can't just burst in and—"
"I'll give you a hundred thousand if you get all the results in the next two hours."
"Sir?"
"Do I look like I'm joking! Move!"
"Killian!"
Damian's clothes were a mess.
