Ryan

Later that night, I lie in bed, my mind reeling with all the topics of the past 48 hours. After an hour of attempting to dissect Lewis’s surprise that I dated his brother, I choose to set that nugget aside.

I’ve agreed to get pregnant with my brother-in-law’s child. I roll my eyes. I can already hear the whispers spreading as my baby bump swells. Add to that the controversy surrounding savior babies, and we set ourselves up for public scrutiny. It’s probably a good ...