After breakfast, Amory packs up all her stuff and I drive her back to her apartment. When we get there, she dumps the contents of her duffle bag into her hamper and immediately starts cleaning her already spotless house. “What are you doing, mi Amor?” (mi love) I ask her. “Oh, I need to get my laundry cleaned so I was getting it all together”, she says. “How do you plan on getting that to the laundromat?” I asked her. “Drag it in the hamper like I always do”, she says, dead seriously. I cannot believe what I’m hearing, “Amory, I can drop you off”. “That's not necessary”, she says. “It’s dirty laundry, you don’t need to be handling it”! I have to laugh at her and pull her onto my lap on her couch. “Amory, you’ve literally just spent the past week parading around my mother’s house in a bikini and sleeping in a bed with me that’s half the size of your own. Do you honestly think I’m bothered by seeing your dirty clothes”? “No, but that doesn’t mea

I’m exhausted as I sit parked outside my mother’s house waiting for my pregnant sister’s whiny ass. She insists that all pregnant women are whiny and she’s normal… I didn’t knock her up. Why am I the one stuck dealing with her pettiness?! She gives me the address and as I’m plugging it into the navigation on my phone, it pops up as Amory’s doctor. That’s weird! “I thought you said I’m taking you to the doctor for the baby”, I said to Emilia. “You are! Can you drive? I’m running late”, she barks at me. “I was here on time, don’t blame me for that”, I snapped back at her. When we pull up, Emilia notices the odd look on my face! “What?”, she asks. I shook my head as I turned the car off, “I think I bought Amory here before”. “Well, a woman her age would regularly come here like every year for their Pap test, Jonny”, she says. “Plus, there is more than one type of doctor in here. Maybe she was here for another reason”. I shrug and exit the car wit

I’m awoken by Amory scrambling out of my arms and darting for the bathroom! She’s puking still? Bo is out cold on her couch as I walk by him on my way to the bathroom. “Amory, why are you still having morning sickness”? She sits back against the wall and says, “because it’s not guaranteed to stop after the first trimester”! “Come on, mi Amor”, (my love) I tell her as I lift her to her feet. She dangles in my arms and starts to cry, “I’m still your love”? I don’t know why I find this so funny! I laugh as I pull her into my chest, “oh Amory, your emotional outbursts finally make sense”! To this, she also laughs through her tears. At the meeting, Amory confesses to Max, Rich, and Charlene about her baby. She also offers for them to exit their contracts without penalty, to which they all decline… We all agree to continue working for her and you can tell she’s grateful. Mine and Bo’s contracts are amended and everyone’s schedules are adjusted to reflect the

Amory goes several days past her due date, and as each day passes she becomes more and more emotional. Eight days in, she’s absolutely hysterical in my arms. I don’t know what to do for her until she wails out what clearly is a cry of pain. She leans over like she’s struggling to breathe! Charlene is supposed to be here for this, I should not be here! When I can’t watch her squeal in agony any longer, I lift her into my arms to carry her to the car, when I’m instantly soaked in warm fluid. Did she just pee on me? I froze in shock with her still in my arms! “Jonny, my water just broke”, she whispers, and I set her back down on her feet and watch as she scrambles off to the bathroom. She comes back with a stack of clean towels and bends down to clean the floor. “What are you doing, mi Amor?” (my love) I ask her, but she ignores me. Is this fucking girl serious right now? She’s in labor and cleaning her living room floor. “Amory, it’s time to go”, I tell her as I grab on

~JONNY~ My mother spends the next two days of Amory’s hospital stay getting her apartment ready for her to come home with the baby, and when I bring them home from the hospital, Amory’s living room looks like the girl section of a baby store had blown up in it! “Oh my God, wow”, is all she manages to get out of her mouth before my mother is rambling on and on! I can tell she is overwhelmed because Amory buries her face in my arm. This has become her signal for: make whatever it is stop and go away! “Mamá, ¿por qué no te llevas a Gabby para que Amory pueda dormir?” (Mom, why don't you take Gabby so Amory can sleep?) I tell her and she gladly yanks the carrier from my hand. “Thank you”, she whispers as I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom. My mother stays a solid two weeks at Amory’s apartment, like you would honestly swear it was my kid she just gave birth to. When all is said and done though, I don’t know who the father of Amory’s baby is and