Ohio Bound: With His Baby

ere he was. Ethan Lester, sitting on my mom's floral sofa as if he belong

worried sick about me,

s just telling us about his trip. It's so good of

aced by that familiar, cold intensity. He stood u

ooth as silk, but his eyes were bu

ar the doorway. He leaned in close, h

a very stupid thin

made her famous casserole. Ethan, the man who I knew was a notorious germophobe and only ate

th his fork and took a piece of casserole directly from my plate. My mom cooed about how

ed a peak. My mom, oblivious, had

uch," I told him, once m

ised. He followed me as I walked to

to talk,"

ing to push past him. "You're getting married. Yo

me, a strange look on his face. It

repeated slowly. "What