Cassian stared at Everly—still standing defiantly outside his car with four nearly-identical toddlers wrapped around her legs like determined koalas—and felt his brain tried to calculate the logistics of a thirteen-year-old pregnancy.
Who was the absolute psychopath that impregnated a middle schooler?
Meanwhile, Everly caught sight of Cassian's expression darkening like a thundercloud and immediately recognized the signs: this perpetually-delusional man was jumping to conclusions again.
Then she glanced down at the quartet of tiny bodyguards wrapped around her limbs.
This was straight out of those manga she'd read where clever kids pretended to be the heroine's children to scare off creepy perverts hitting on her! The men would see "single mom" and immediately lose interest!
Did I seriously just unlock a cliché rom-com—fake family protection squad—trope in real life?! My existence is becoming a walking cliché factory!
