“The father.  You usually have to go through this all by yourself.  I’m sorry to tell you that.”

     Cecily’s bottom lip trembled and she touched her stomach.

     “I’m sorry, sweet baby,” she whispered and entered the clinic.

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     Mig felt bad he had treated Cecily so viciously.  He hadn’t meant to, but he wasn’t ready to be a father.  He liked his freedom, his one or two night stands, the gorgeous ladies who hung all over him, wanting him, practically begging him, to take them home with him.  He couldn’t, and wouldn’t be tied down now.  He was having too much fun being a playboy.  Cecily was nice enough, and he had enjoyed h...

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