We had been connected at the hip since childhood, Jim and I, that is.

As thick as thieves and twice as mischievous; always planning, always, plotting, always pulling pranks.

Came with the territory; what with both of us having a set of parents with workaholic tendencies and their own prosperous businesses.

We had to fine solace in something and to us, that had been each other.

Too bad our parents could only see a possible marraige of confidence between two families.

Too bad them, they didn’t realize Jim was gay and I would do anything for him; even marry him if he asked me too.

To bad that they didn’t read over the marriage contract they had had their lawyers draw and didn’t catch the loophole.

Too bad that they didn’t read that the contract only stipulated marriage and a heir pass on the companyies; that it had stipulated nothing about getting a divorce.

So after the marriage; after the companies were signed over to us respectively and after I have given birth to our son - conceived through IVF - we separated.

It was truly a gleeful sight to behold; our parentsfury about being pranked once again with our greatest “FU” prank of them all.