College graduation wasn’t quite what I thought it would be. Along with my art degree, I received a positive pregnancy test. The father just happens to be my brother’s best friend, any my nemesis-turned-boyfriend. It’s complicated. Now, we’re living together, in a new city, with new jobs and my hormones are raging like a crazed banshee. What else could go wrong? I hear Mexico is beautiful this time of year. If this had happened a year ago, we’d both be running for the hills. It’s too late for that now, though. We’ve already fallen.