We’d been exclusive for six months when Kelly said to me, “We gotta get married.”
“Seems kinda sudden, babe.”
I sat up in bed, pulled on my beer, and offered her some.
She shook her head.
“C’mon, Kel, communication’s key. What’s up?”
“Jordan, I’m pregnant.”
“No way.”
“I took the test twice.”
“How’d that happen?”
“You know how babies happen.”
“Sorry, babe, but it’…