After I loved All They Need so much, I was saving Sarah Mayberry's backlist to break into in case of emergency. This book, however, was such a let down in all the ways that the first book was such a delight. Where All They Need eschews and gently subverts gender roles, Suddenly You doubles down on them.
Pippa was a carefree manic pixie dream girl until she got pregnant with fuckboy boyfriend, Steve, who bails immediately. She's broke, has no savings, career, or support system, and indeed, has not shown any signs of ever wanting kids. Inexplicably, she keeps the baby, not by actively choosing to, but seemingly by never once considering any other options. I could not fathom why she didn't think about having an abortion, even if she ultimately decided against it. AT LEAST THINK ABOUT IT. Australia, as far as I can tell, is fairly chill about abortions, Pippa is not religious or conservative, she's not at all ready to have a child; there's no real reason why abortion was never on the table.
I don't have anything against accidental pregnancy or single parent books, but I deeply resent the way abortions are virtually absent in romance, to the point where they don't even figure in the characters' decision making process. It betrays the authors' biases more damningly than anything else.
Anyway, you'll be happy to note that Pippa is not only not like the girls, she's also not like the other moms, and her baby, Alice, is not like any other baby that has ever been born. The text makes a whole song and dance about the fact that Pippa doesn't breastfeed so her boobs are still perfect and perky, unlike all these other gross moms 'flinging [their] breasts around'. Don't worry boys, she's a grade A MILF! It's also emphasised that unsexy breastfeeding isn't happening because Pippa tried and couldn't, not because she chose not to, a valid choice that many people make and face immense moral judgement for. Pippa's not a monster, just sadly too sexy. She's a Madonna with the breasts of a Whore. Win-win!
Alice, her 6 month old, is the most perfect plot moppet to ever burble and giggle and put her tiny little fingers to work undoing Pippa's buttons to display her (perfect) breasts to whatsisname the MMC on cue. She never has any gross or inconvenient needs, is more well behaved than the pope, and exists only to adorably complete their white picket fence dreams.
I just - whatever, I'm over it. It's not the worst trad wife fantasy I've ever read, and quite pleasant in sections, but I've scraped the bottom of the barrel of my patience for this conservative-lite writing in romance. All They Need was a fabulous one-off and I suppose it's all downhill from there.
ETA: Whatsisname is Harry Porter, a choice that was apparently made only so they could crack cutesy boy wizard jokes. They weren't especially funny, and even less so now when JK Rowling has revealed herself to be a sith lord.