If you’re in the mood for a sweet accidental pregnancy book with amazing found family, you’ll love this!
single mom, accidental pregnancy, famous baseball player MMC, age gap, reformed playboy, he takes care of her when she’s sick, fake dating
Just like the other books in this series, the friendships and relationships are phenomenally executed.
Sunday and August might possibly be my favourite mother-son duo (they’re just so in sync and I love it).
And I absolutely ADORED the way Cass stepped up for August with no hesitations.
And the way this friend group just immediately took Sunday and August in as if they were their own.
For me, however, it was a little too much of a slow burn.
Also, I didn’t really like Cass in the beginning. A 36 year old man constantly berating his ex-one-night-stand just didn’t sit right with me.
He slowly worms his way back into your heart with the sweet gestures and constant support, though (hello, bringing her fruit corresponding to the size of their baby!!)
There was also way too much emphasis on the ex baby daddy + her shitty parents (and not enough back story for me to care about them).
The drama between the couple and their third-act breakup kind of annoyed me. Again, because this man comes back mad AT HER for something he did.
Overall, it was cute and I will DIE for NickAmelia and LunaJackson and the family that they created over the years.
And the epilogue literally had me sobbing.
Just a lil long and drawn out!
Thank you Jane for the early copy in exchange for an honest review 💜
”All I know is at some point tonight, I looked at Sunday and my brain said mine. It thought you are never letting this girl get hurt again.”
“I’m not an animal.”
“Just territorial.”
“Protective.”
“Possessive.”
Cass hums as he draws back, his hand a heavy weight on my stomach, the baby inside and the organ in my chest flipping in unison. “Who can blame me?”
”This isn’t your whole life anymore, it says, and my brain agrees, my heart agrees, my fucking bones agree.
She is.
“I love you, Sunday. I love our kids. I love this family so much more than I have ever loved baseball.”
“C’mon, Sunday. Be complicated with me.”