14
Angela, Casey’s Apartment
It was dark outside and I knew it was too early for pajamas, but I didn’t care. This was a freaking emergency.
“I would offer you some wine, honey, but you really shouldn’t drink in your condition.”
“I know.” Grumpy and upset and fighting back tears—again—I reached for the small pint of my favorite ice cream and stuck a spoonful of the creamy treat into my mouth. Washing it down with warm tea was the best I was going to get. What I needed was about ten shots of tequila to send me into oblivion. Then I wouldn’t have to think about Braun or his face. Or his kisses. Or the way he smelled.
Somehow his super swimming sperm were as powerful and stubborn as he was, because my birth control had been no match.
I was pregnant with an alien baby and had no freaking
