Pregnant For My Father-in-Law
That was all it ever was.
The car started moving smoothly and silently, the engine barely a whisper under the armored frame. Jasper reached over again, placed a small wrapped candy in my hand.
“Have some more,” he said quietly."Good for the body"
I looked at him, trying to read the game behind the gesture, but his face was calm and almost gentle. He’d been giving me candy every hour or so throughout our flight, little wrapped pieces of expensive, custom-made sweetness, the kind that cost more than most people’s monthly rent. Ingredients flown in from rare orchards, hand-crafted by some private chocolatier who probably signed NDAs in blood.