I wanted a baby. I really, wanted to have a baby.. Actually it wasn't an option right now, considering my super hot boyfriend knocked me up... I was going to have a baby. I just had to tell him... Need to tell him. Enter the problem. My step daughter. I loved her. She hated me. Absolutely normal. She was daddy's little angel and could do no wrong in his eyes. She definitely didn't want a sibling.. Like she had a say in it, right? Back to my super hot builder of a boyfriend, more correctly, my super fine baby daddy.. I had to drop the B-BOMB. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ugh, maybe.. We weren't not trying to get pregnant, but we weren't trying either.. We were just having a lot of sex. Great. Mind-blowing sex! Legs shaking.. Light headedness.. Sweaty and loud moaning kind of sex! I thought he'd be happy about it.. I thought she'd get over it.. I thought maybe after nearly eight years together, he'd put a damn ring on it. You see my point? Tantrums. Fighting. Tears. One hell of a night later, and no one seen my point. Love just isn't that simple.