The Solomon Sisters Wise Up
Chapter One
Between the reality of being six weeks pregnant by a guy I'd been dating for two months and
the fantasy of pushing a baby stroller down Columbus Avenue with a wedding ring on my finger
were a lot of possibilities. All having much to do with Griffen Maxwell's reaction to the news.
The Ideal Conversation:
Me: "Griffen, I'm pregnant!"
Him: "You've made me the happiest guy in the world." (Drops down on one knee.) "Will
you marry me?"
The problem with that scenario was that Griffen had yet to throw around words like
exclusivity, let alone phrases like I love you. And according to my older sister, Ally, that was a
good thing; it meant he was normal. "You can't love someone you've known for eight
weeks," she'd told me.
But you could.
Ally saw things going more like this:
The Realistic Conversation:
Me: "Griffen, I'm pregnant!"
Him: "Waiter - check, please!"(Runs out of restaurant, never to be seen or heard from
again.)
I wanted to have more faith in Griffen than that, but as my sister had pointed out with ... read full excerpt from: The Solomon Sisters Wise Up ebook
