My ex called to invite me to his wedding

I was drifting in and out of sleep when my hospital room door suddenly burst open. Nurses gasped. My mother jumped to her feet.

Ryan rushed in, pale, eyes wild.
“Where is she?” he demanded.

“Ryan, you can’t just—” I began.

He went straight to the crib, staring at my baby as if time had stopped. His hands shook.
“She… she looks exactly like me,” he whispered.

The room fell silent.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped.

He turned to me, panic flooding his face.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was a girl?”

I laughed bitterly.
“Why would I tell you anything? You said the baby wasn’t yours.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly. “I thought… I thought you lost the baby. My fiancée—she told me you weren’t pregnant anymore.”