This was easy enough. We’d rehearsed our story—a chance encounter at a party, a magical night spent dancing under the stars. We even vaguely mentioned a beautiful first time making love that night, just to sell the story about the unexpected but very happy accident that was my pregnancy.
All bullshit, of course. But it wasn’t like we could tell the masses that we had actually met in the waiting room of a sperm bank.
“And your first kiss? When did that happen?”
“It was during a picnic by the lake just over there,” Isaac said smoothly, pointing to the body of water that could be seen through the window from where we were sitting. “Her idea, actually. She’d packed this ridiculous amount of food, probably enough to feed ten people.”
I blinked in surprise. We certainly hadn’t ki
