The reporter looks my way, as do the rest of them. “And what do you think of Carter dating your, uh …” I resist the overpowering urge to roll my eyes. They’re beating around the bush, trying to figure out what they want to know, which is whether I’m a single mom to two kids. Alannah doesn’t give her a chance to finish the question anyway. She throws both arms around Carter’s neck and smooshes her cheek to his. “I hope they get married and I’ll be the flower girl and they’ll have lots and lots of babies.” Oh shit.
