I spent five years in a lab finding a cure for my dying husband and son.
Then I come home early, only to hear my eight-year-old begging to be the ring bearer at his dad’s wedding to my best friend—while my own brother fakes medical charts to ship me away again.
"She can't live without us," my husband laughs. "She'll never leave."
Cute. If they love playing happy family so much, let's see how long they survive once the doctor walks out the door?
