I wanted to give him a chance to be a part of the baby’s life . . . but I also wondered how much a carefree guy like Kallum would want a baby and its neurotic, narcoleptic mother messing up his world. Surely not, right? Surely the guy famous for slinging pizzas and boinking bridesmaids wouldn’t want to be bogged down with spit-up and mastitis and all the other unglamorous parts of parenting?