What to expect when you're expecting the child of an rich, womanizing, alcoholic, unredeemable asshole? And what to do when the unexpected, improbable, irrational happens?
- Part 1 of Parenthood
Valentine's Day One-Shot follow up to "Unexpected."
“You first.” She mumbled.
“No, you.” He insisted, lifting his cocktail to his lips.
“Fine, we’ll say it at the same time.” Rey conceded.
“Maybe – .” He started.
“Roleplay.” She said it before she lost her nerve.
- Part 2 of Parenthood
Ben looked at the gorgeous creature sitting across the kitchen table. She’d propositioned him in a completely unsexy way. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, and, permanently, dark circles. They were both exhausted. If she had her way, in nine months, they’d be even more exhausted. Still, the idea of scattering his spreadsheets and taking her straight to bed was appealing – even if they were getting naked because she was ovulating and not because she was feeling particularly frisky. “You want another baby?”
“I want another baby.” Rey bit her lip, in the way that always enticed him. “And I know you want a boy.”
- Part 3 of Parenthood