A Very Oceanport Christmas

I love Christmas, I really do, but it’s hard to get into a festive mood when everyone’s staring at your belly and wondering who knocked you up. One of the reasons I delayed coming back home to Oceanport. It’s just one of those things about living in a small-town. Everybody wants to know everything.

The problem is that even I don’t know. I was at a frat party and there was alcohol and things got a little fuzzy. I’m not proud of that, even less so when David sees me with my six-months-pregnant baby bump. David who used to be my best friend–David who I used to have a big crush on. Still do, really, not that it matters. He’s all I ever wanted for Christmas, but now I’m carrying another alpha’s baby.

How could he ever want me like this?