Pregnant After His Protective Divorce

Summary

I’ve always walked through life with a chronic, low-grade buzz. A protective haze that keeps the world at arm’s length.

Three years ago, on a humid summer night, I stumbled out of a dive bar and quite literally tripped over a stunning, ridiculously drunk man slumped against the brick wall.

The next morning, he woke up on my terrible futon, stared at me for a solid minute through bloodshot eyes, and dropped a bombshell: "Let's get married."

I was too hungover to overthink it. I just nodded.