~ Evie ~
A call from Marcus's mom yesterday saying they need a "formal family meeting" at our house. Reason? "Our son got you pregnant. We want to discuss reunion or marriage." Pregnant. Yeah, I am, but not from Marcus. That useless d**k of his never got the job done. It's Jack's. And now everyone's about to show up, and I have no idea how to handle this without everything exploding.
The doorbell rings, and Dad jumps up to get it. Claire smooths her skirt, looking all put-together like this is some normal dinner party. Jack's in the armchair across from me, his jaw tight, not saying a word. He knows what's coming—I texted him last night, freaking out. "Be calm," he replied. Easy for him to say. He's not the one carrying this secret inside.
In they walk: Marcus's parents, all dressed up
