“Jake, it’s easy for you to say … You don’t have to be pregnant, or give birth, or do whatever a mother does! Or be a mother!” I flap my hands at him, and he has the sense to lean back, so his face is out of range, but he looks just the same. Happiness is bubbling under the straight and serious expression he’s trying to keep up for my sake only. “How the fuck can I be a mother?! I don’t know how a mother is supposed to be! I haven’t even touched a baby; I’ve never met one ...