Me, My Boyfriend, His Twin, My Twin, Our Kids and My Stalker
“Who’s having a baby?” “I am… And it is your baby… so if you want to be a father you will be. If not, go now, I can’t take it if you wait longer to walk out.” She sounded so hurt… as if I’d actually not want her, as if I wouldn’t want the baby… my baby… me, a father, at 17. “Angel… I’m not like you… I’m not human….”...
