Who is the father?

My father was about to reveal the news of my pregnancy to Nelson when the house phone rang, interrupting fate with its strident urgency. It was me, of course, calling just in time before World War III broke out.

—Hello, Ana Paula, where the hell have you gone? Nelson just arrived and is talking to dad. —April, my sister, sounded worried.

—Has Dad already told Nelson about the baby? —I asked with my voice trembling and feeling a shock that lodged in my stomach.

-No not yet. He was just going to start talking to him when the phone interrupted him because he figured it could be you. But where are you? And Luis José is with you?

—Yes, April, but please, pass the phone to dad. I need to talk to him urgently before I can tell Nelson about my pregnancy. Hurry up!

My father took the horn, he sounded really upset. —Where are you, Ana Paula? Your fiancé is home, and you should be here so we can talk. I remind you that we must fix this problem today.

-Ok dad. I'm calling for precisely that. I ne