A chase after trouble, a short-lived bubble of happiness, and babies we don’t recall
making.
He’d been the super-hot oceanic-eyed bad boy next door with naturally blonde highlights and wild brown curls, who always wore
a necklace his mom gave him, and a dude my mom would have warned me against.
We were on track until Huck Chapman vamoosed to Las Vegas to pursue his dreams and abandoned me. Then, I avoided our town and
my brother like a plague to prevent myself from being the talk of the small town when I found out I was pregnant.
He sneaked back as a rock star, a hometown hero, a dad, and a groom to that thief, who forced us back together by her mischief
almost four years later.
Good to a fault, he didn’t want to make any woman a baby mama. What about me, his
first baby mama?
I still remember his words after taking my v-card; “I
don’t want kids.’’ I don’t regret having my sweet triplets. But.
How the hell do I tell a man who considered having a
vasectomy when he didn’t even have a child that I have three extra kids for him?
