Chapter 133: Hamilton

I’m haven’t been at Savannah’s 10 minutes when she claims she needs a guy’s perspective. That must be the real reason Madison asked me to arrive an hour before Lincoln. I want to ignore Savannah and bury my nose in ESPN in her living room. She wants me to share how I would have preferred for Madison to tell me about her pregnancy.

This is a heavy topic for pre-dinner conversation. Honestly, I’ve never contemplated other ways Madison might have told me about the pregnancy. My mind reels with possible scenarios. I come to the conclusion that there was no perfect way in the situation we were in.

Savannah needs input, though, so I answer honestly. “Like a bandage—quick and rip it off. Don’t draw it out; just blurt it, so he can react, cope, and then make plans.”