His Pregnant and Rejected Luna
He doesn’t act on what he thinks I would like or what a typical romantic gesture would be, he goes to my kid, our kid, to personalize his actions.
“It’s steak,” I tell them. “That’s my favorite dinner,” I’m not sure if Eric hears me because he’s too busy grindingly madly at Debbie, she might be the only other girl in the world that Eric is in love with, besides me. And it’s that moment I know: Eric is the one. “Also, I’m pregnant,” I blurt out.
This time, I know they hear me.