Chapter Eight
If someone had told Gunnar that the Pope was a trannie from Ohio who believed he was the Virgin Mary, and that Jesus lived on Mars, he’d have been less stunned than he was at that very moment. Shocked didn’t even begin to cover what was happening in his body. His hands grew cold, his lips went numb, and the ringing in his ears became so loud he couldn’t think. “Excuse me?” His insides felt like they’d been turned outside his body and hung out to dry. He stumbled back into the exam table. “Are you f*****g kidding me?”
He was a father??!?
Part of him wanted to punch something. He’d always been the one who’d imagined having children, passing on the family legacy to his sons and daughters, because of course, he was going to have a big family. Yet he’d been the one sidelined, f
