I Won't Raise Your Bastard
Language: en
My wife’s boyfriend came to my studio to pick out a design for their baby's nursery. He spent the entire day shooting down my ideas, from morning until the sun began to dip below the city skyline. Finally, his eyes landed on the blueprint I had drawn for my own future child. "This is the one," he said, running a finger over the rendering. "It’s spacious. Perfect for you to slip in and help out." Naomi’s entourage of guy friends watched me, practically begging for me to lose my mind. But I kept my face entirely blank, treating him like any other paying client as I noted down the…