Well, The odds are the baby is mine. I went with her to the doctor, the conception date was between May 26-31. I slept with her May 29th. She didn't sleep with anyone else and her ex-bf wasn't there between the 19th and 4th. Now there's a 90% chance it's mine, I'm still taking a paternity test. Shit, I'm going to be there at the hospital and requesting a paternity test the day of birth, maybe I'll be considerate and wait until the next day or so. To add more to the situation. Since she already has a kid with her ex-bf, Rich, she was hoping it was his and has been trying to talk him out of a paternity test and tricking him into it being his, she wants both of her kids to have the same father. I'm not sure if I want it like that, even though I could get away scott free. If it's mine, it's mine, not some dueshbag that looks like me. Although I may have been irresponsible by fucking her unprotected. I'm not going to make the same mistake I did the last time. When my daughter was born I was young and dumb and kids weren't really part of my life, I didn't give a shit and I see her maybe once a month now. The odds are it's mine, I'd actually like to be a part of it's life. Sounds like a Maury situation, huh?