A story about growth and working out what are the really important things in life. It charts a change from a single, irresponsible state to life as a parent. An easy read and certainly not one which will keep you awake at night.
OK. The best thing is not to think about the condoms in the jacket pocket. Or the restaurant receipt. Or the late nights at the office. Hugh is mine. I've waited a long time for him and I'm not allowing an insignificant little dalliance, which is very probably a figment of my imagination anyway, to get in the way of the important stuff. And the important stuff is that Hugh lives with me now. He chose me. And I'm carrying his child.