“Oh, no. I’ve been going to all twelve of the potential baby daddies in the same matter, making sure I can ruin their night as best as I can to break the news that they’re maybe, possibly, a father,” Lily said, rolling her eyes with such annoyance that she was almost worried they’d get stuck. Of course, it only made sense that he’d ask - but she was having none of it right now. “Yes, it’s yours. I wouldn’t have made sure to track you down and come to the fucking White House if it wasn’t yours.” she added, resisting the urge to roll her eyes once again. So far, pregnancy had not been nice to her moods.