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I should have known that our happy little arrangement was too good to last. Seth brought me back to reality one afternoon by saying, “It’s time to tell my family about the baby.”
I had been dreading this day since finding out that I was pregnant. I knew that it had to be done, but telling Seth’s frightening father, formidable mother, and doting sister about Peanut was a terrifying prospect, and all of that paled in comparison to having to tell Sam.
I was unsure how much the rest of the Davis family knew about my relationship with Sam, but I was certain that they were at least aware of the basics of my shameful situation. Sleeping with identical twins was something that I had never imagined I could or would do. Facing their family was one of the many consequences that I had failed to c
