Surprised and Sacked

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Knoxville Coyotes rookie West Crawford is a celebrated lightning-fast football god on the field. Off the field? He's my ex-boyfriend and greatest heartache.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I didn't think long-distance would break us when West was drafted to Tennessee and I was called home to Paris for a family emergency. But it did.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Fast-forward six months and West is playing in the Super Bowl I'm rooting for him to win and our worlds re-collide.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Celebrating West's success is supposed to be a one-night free-for-all that ends with closure. Instead it births a new beginning. Literally.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm having a baby with my ex our lives are still thousands of miles apart and nothing has changed.</strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> I mean except the obvious.</span></p><p><br></p><p>Between West's flourishing career my familial responsibilities abroad and a positive pregnancy test that surprises us both <strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>our relationship is bound to be sacked before it has the chance to soar.</strong></p>