Page 29 of Before You Accuse Me

Her head shot up, her lower lip quivering, before she burst into tears and screamed, “I’m pregnant, you asshole. I thought a mutant rat was attacking me, so I covered my stomach with a fucking pot with cold water in it.”

Sure enough, she was soaked from the waist down. Then what she’d said sank in. We’d been trying for a year by this point, and I’d bought the puppy as a distraction because every month of disappointment hurt her deeply.

Were puppies safe to have around babies?

Still crying, she snatched the little red devil up off the ground and hugged her tightly, “No way. He’s mine, you’re not taking him back.”