Bittersweet (DISCONTINUED)

Bittersweet (DISCONTINUED)

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(THIS BOOK IS DISCONTINUED) "It's your choice..." A milkshake, a sweet delicious treat that always make you feel guilty at the end. A coffee, its bittersweet, depending on how you feel. Sort of like life. Austin and Marissa are like milkshakes, they're sweet but things always take the wrong turn when all is well. Ryan and Marissa on the other hand, is like coffee. The fight but they care. Just like life. The question is, which is better? Milkshakes or Coffees? "It's my choice..."
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I wanted a baby. I really, wanted to have a baby... It wasn't an option of wanted one right now, given my super-hot boyfriend already knocked me up... I was going to have a baby. I just had to tell him... Need to tell him. Enter the problem. My stepdaughter. I loved her. She hated me. Absolutely normal. She was daddy's little angel and could do no wrong in his eyes. She didn't want a sibling... Like she had a say in it. Back to my super-hot builder boyfriend, more correctly, my super fine baby daddy. I had to drop the B-BOMB. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ugh, maybe... We weren't not trying to get pregnant, but we weren't trying either. We were just having a lot of sex. Great. Mind-blowing sex! Legs shaking... kind of sex! I thought he'd be happy about it.. I thought she'd get over it.. I thought maybe after nearly eight years together, he'd put a damn ring on it. You see my point? Tantrums. Fighting. Tears. One hell of a night later, and no one seem to have seen my point.

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