Welcome back to Friendship, Texas. A town where your best friend may be dating an Olympic swimmer and his best friend may or may t also be an Olympic swimmer you sort of, kind of did the nasty with against Nonna's goat pen. Is that...? I asked, staring at Dr. Burly Santa. He smiled and dded. That would be your baby's heartbeat. The emotion I'd been storing away came flooding back as tears burst from my eyes. A baby. A person. This was real. I was carrying a tiny human inside me. The doctor tried to console me as he gave me samples of prenatal vitamins and paper after paper was piled in a folder with my name and September on the front. September. My baby's due date. Holy shit, I was going to be a mother. And Johnny was going to be a father. I had to do so many things to prepare and people I had to tell. But at that moment, I just stared down at my stomach. My stomach holding my baby. This wasn't just about me and my future anymore. This was about us. And whether I liked it or t, this baby was a part of me, which meant Johnny was a part of me. It was time we stopped running from each other.