Vegas Baby
I never intended to get married…or pregnant!
I was in the club trying to think how I could create a life milestone.
He was there celebrating a business milestone.
And the next thing I know…
I wake up in his bed,
With a ring on my finger!
My logical reaction – I run.
I run away from him, from Vegas.
Without realizing that I’m carrying a part of him with me – his baby!
That’s why they say what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.
Fast forward three months, and I receive divorce papers.
That’s what I’ve been waiting for, right?
That’s what he wants too.
Until…
He looks at my swollen pregnancy feet and the ‘oh so cute’ baby bump.
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