I don't call Marjorie's fùcking lawyer.
I call my fùcking girlfriend, running up the stairs, bursting with excitement.
"Diana!" I burst into her room. "Diana?"
Strangely, she's asleep. Amid all the chaos, she was deep in sleep. She's always been a heavy sleeper and the pregnancy has been a catalyst for the habit. Well, that's a relief. At least now I know she didn't hear Marjorie fake-moaning trying to piss her off.
"You won't believe this." I grin. "Our lives are about to change forever. For better."
I sit on her bed and take her hands in mine, confusion crossing her face.
"What's up?" She yawns. "What time is it?"
"Time to celebrate." I kiss her. "Time to start planning to leave this country and buy that farmhouse and open our little cafe in a small town. And you can open your own
