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A two and a half hour flight with my mother-in-law has never been more long and awkward, I couldn't sit comfortably with her knowing full well she's aware her son railed me for twenty minutes in the shower. Yes, Ryan made good on his proclamation of time, I not so much. On our way to Silverline, I called Mirabelle twice, inquiring about Camilla's latest antics.

Mom Reina was a tad bit confused but I filled her in, giving her the basics;

A: Camilla is pregnant, and

B: She's scared so she doesn't want to have it.

That was it, I couldn't bring myself to tell her that her loving...