Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child
“Woman, do you want this tattoo or not?”
I laughed, nudging him playfully. Then, the idea hit me. “What about constellations?”
He arched a brow. “Constellations?”
I nodded, getting excited. “Yeah! You get Orion, and I get Andromeda. Or we get matching stars that align when we’re together.”
A slow grin spread across his face. “I would've loved that if only we were some kind of astronauts.”
I smiled. “See? I can come up with good ideas, too.”
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