All the Rest

It's been five years since I found my family. Not my bio-family-my found family of friends. I love them to pieces, but lately they aren't enough.

I want a baby.

All my friends have family units with cuddly babies, and I want that too. But I turn thirty-five in less than a month. Clock's ticking, so I've got to hustle. I need some baby batter to bake a bun in my oven as soon as possible.

One problem: baby batter comes from men, and I'm really tired of men and their heartbreaker BS.

Manic, though...