“Please. You can’t use that excuse until they’re actually here,” Beckett argued. “There’s no crying, no diapers, no late-night feedings.” “Are you kidding me? There’s already crying and late-night feedings. Summer got matching onesies in the mail yesterday, and I found her sobbing over them and a bowl of cold spaghetti in the kitchen at midnight. She’s the one who ordered them!”
