As they walked, Eve recounted how she’d gotten preggers literally the day she and Jared started classes at CCA, right when they’d secured their student loans and settled into their apartment. After two months of failed classes, homicidal arguments, and depressing web searches, they dropped out and did the damn parent thing. Nix substances, add omega-threes. Eight hours of easy labor in a natural birth pool, then sixteen hours of hard labor every day after that: Eve waited tables, Jared barbacked and waited tables. They didn’t have friends, art, or lives. They had a baby.
