“I need to say this, Emma. You can look at me like that the whole time if you want, but I’m still saying it.” He looks down at my abdomen between us and then back up at my face, his expression serious. I scowl at him more hatefully.

“Marissa may have got in there first, but it doesn’t mean shit. The difference is, this one I want more than anything, and hers, I never did … I guess that makes me an absolute shithead for saying it.” He sighs and runs a hand through his ...