I’ve known for two years that Vale is meant to be mine. In no universe did I see her coming with a bonus human being. But after I got over the urge to track down the guy who ghosted her, I realized pretty quickly that I really don’t care that the baby isn’t biologically mine. I figure, ninety-nine percent of being a parent is showing up and putting in the work, anyway. If anything, I’m grateful she doesn’t have to birth one of my gigantic babies on the first try. Seriously, I was nearly twenty-three inches and eleven pounds at birth.
