The thought that I could have a baby with a man I didn’t even know plagued me the entire afternoon. Pleading sickness, I took off from work and stayed home to steep in my dilemma.
Before the pregnancy scare, I decided not to call Lindsay and ask her what happened that weekend. I saw no point in rehashing the past. Now, the issue pressed on my mind, so I called her and crossed my fingers.
While struggling through polite greetings and recounting a few more happy tales from Laura’s short life, I steadied my shaking hands and prepared to broach the subject.
“Lindsay, do you remember when Aaron helped me back into the house that night?”
“Yeah. You were really messed up. I am so sorry. I can’t say it enough. They never should have messed with you like that.”
“Well, um, I remember kissing Aa
