“You’re all adults, Jake. Let the past stay in the past. Emma is here with you. You have all got to get it together for the sake of these babies. They will be siblings, after all.”

Her comment hits me this time, and I swallow hard, tears threatening. She’s right. As much as this is killing me, she’s so very right; my baby has a sibling already, and as much as I hate the girl in the next room, I can’t hate the part growing inside of her that belongs to Jake. His eyes are on ...