CHAPTER 8
ADELINE
ONE MONTH LATER“This wasn’t necessary,” I say to my mom as she flits around my parents’ modest three-bedroom house, making sure everything looks presentable. “I mean, Damon’s family is—”
“I know, Adeline. They’re wealthy, but I didn’t see them planning the shower.” She takes out the dips and places them on the table. “Not to mention, you’re both trying to keep this from the media, so it’s not like I could rent a place.”
I grab a carrot and dunk it in my mom’s special dip that I love. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”
She sits in the chair next to mine. “That’s understandable. This is all very unconventional.”
“Please don’t say it.” I can’t bear for her to tell me again how it’s nice to get to know a person before having their baby.
“I’m not. But having a baby is stres
