The Devil Gets His Due

An unplanned pregnancy, sunny but unhappy I drunkenly wed my archenemy, the hunky, overweight nerd Graham Tate, in January of last year. There was just one run off before he woke up and pretended it never happened, with no recall of how it happened. If I hadn't ended myself pregnant, it would have been ideal.Graham is the exact antithesis of everything I look for in a man: he's disciplined, sensible, and thrifty, but since I'll be living with him till the kid comes, I can't help but wonder whether my expectations have always been wrong. And maybe I was onto something when I was that inebriated version of myself in January. I never intended to have children, and I most definitely wouldn't have planned on having children with Keeley Connolly—a woman who believes that Lucky Charms are a wholesome meal because they don't include marshmallow parts and doesn't believe in savings accounts or personal safety.A lady who also married me in Vegas without second thought and left me hours later.I can't wait to get beyond this and go back to my orderly, stress-free existence in New York. However, as I spend more time with Keeley, I find myself thinking back to the reasons I first chose to marry her and questioning if I would be able to live without them after this relationship ends.