Jojo’s P.O.V.
Walking into a hospital wasn’t something I had planned for today. Especially not wearing a pair of leggings that were definitely starting to stretch past their prime and a hoodie that may or may not have had a mysterious stain on the sleeve. And yet, here I was, walking in with Raven Miller and his five-year-old daughter, Lucy, ready to meet his entire family.
You know, like a totally normal and put-together person.
Not.
This was not how I had imagined my first introduction to the Miller clan. No, I had imagined something way more graceful. I had pictured a cute outfit, maybe a killer first impression where I came off as charming and sophisticated. Instead, Lucy had grabbed my hand with the strength of a small, adorable vice grip and insisted, with those big brown eyes of
