Well, there’s two and a half hours I’ll never get back.
After reading Mara’s holiday book, Accidental Christmas Daddy, which I actually did enjoy, I gave this one a shot. Problem was, neither of the main characters in Accidental Twins was particularly likable, especially the MMC. He basically turns his back on the MFC twice: first, when he wrongly accuses her of going behind his back and telling her father—who’s also his best friend—about their relationship (which they’d formerly agreed to do together since they knew it would upset him) and then again later when, after passing out in his arms during a panic attack (a panic attack that he exacerbated by yelling at her), she tells him she’s pregnant while lying in a hospital bed.
Ok, I totally get that we need a third act break-up, but the man needs to do a hellava lot more groveling than he does to get her back. He basically just hangs his head and says, “I love you.”
But it’s the Epilogue (which in the KU version is not even identified as an epilogue even though it takes place a year and a half later) that left the whole book on a weirdly sour note. Here we find the MMC and the MFC together on a sailboat with their now one-year old twins (plus her ten-year-old stepson) sailing off the Amalfi coast (Italy, had to look that one up). She’s reading a book, and hubby has to drag her away from it to tell her again how much he loves her. (Must be tough cruising off the Italian coast and being interrupted from your reading to actually enjoy the scenery and your love-smitten husband.) Then dad asks the ten-year-old to check on the babies while mom asks whether they could just homeschool him because she doesn’t want to go back to NYC. (Ok, like she’s gonna teach him 5th grade history and math on the boat??) Oh, and when one of the babies starts squawking, dad—who comments that he can’t tell the twins apart from this distance (which begs the question, how big is this boat and how far away are they? Also, dude, you seriously can’t tell your kids apart? Maybe get a vasectomy?)—asks the ten-year-old to feed them. Sooo . . . Lol, do these people parent at all?
Idk, sounds like an unhappy ending with the titular twins putting a significant dent into mummy’s and daddy’s me-time.