Pregnant.
Alice is pregnant.
I got my girlfriend pregnant, and we haven't even had a conversation yet about whether she is my girlfriend.
All through my teens, I expected this to happen to my brothers, probably Thatcher. Part of me waited for this type of phone call in college. And now I'm the i***t who f****d a girl with no protection. And what the hell was I thinking, shutting off her phone alarm and not telling her? I never let myself assume anything...so much for following my own advice.
I don't even recognize who I've become.
Shit. The meeting.
“Joe, can you take me back to the office?"
He looks at me in the mirror. “Are you sure, Mr. Stag? You're not looking so hot."
“Joe. Office. Now." I don't have time for people's assessments. I need to get hold of Juniper Jon
