“Hold up!! Did you say FOUR heartbeats?!?”
My babies’ father is a war hero.
Beautifully broken mountain man.
Childhood friend. And my brother’s best friend.
Basically the one I’ve wanted since adolescence.
I can’t even process the fact I’m having his babies.
Ground Rules of our Arrangement:
#1. Absolutely NO emotions.
#2. ZERO attachment whatsoever.
#3. If you have questions, repeat rules 1 and 2.
It’s safe to say I’ve TOTALLY screwed this up!