The Baby Made Us Do It

She thinks the baby is the only reason I’m here. She’s wrong. The will might’ve forced her under my roof. The crib might sit between our bedrooms. But I’m not staying for some court order. I’m staying because she’s mine. Always has been. Always will be. She can glare at me over midnight feedings. Spit venom in the kitchen while I pin her against the counter. Tell herself she’s here for the baby. I know better. She’s here for me. And I’ll burn down the world before I let anyone take either of them. Judge grandparents God Himself — doesn’t matter. They want my family? They’ll get my war. She’s about to learn the truth. I’m not her co-guardian. I’m her damn forever. And I already built the nursery. Now I’m building her cage. Read on for enemies forced into one bed court-ordered marriage obsessive protection and a man who claims the baby’s mother har