"There's something really wrong here."
"Yeah, I know," she says. "I've turned into a blimp." She shrugs sadly, and I wish for the words to tell her how magnificent and desirable she is. But then I realize actions speak louder than words ...
You’d think I’d know better.
Better than to fall for a biker, and one from a different MC.
Better than to get knocked up by a Nomad who vanished without a trace.
Better than to try and hide it from my family.