My CEO Husband Stole My Kidney

Imagine this: I show up for a "totally casual" blind date, only to faceplant into my hot-but-stone-cold CEO. We even tie the knot on the same day.
Turns out Mr. Emotionally Constipated runs on premium husbandOS 2.0: he intercepts my ex's punch mid-swing like my personal superhero, sabotages the said ex's new girlfriend's "roofie-and-goon special" into a lifetime movie audition, and fires my backstabbing coworkers with "productivity optimization" severance letters... Bonus feature? He magically gets me screaming his name between hotel sheets.
Just as I'm falling for my new hubby (and his suspiciously perfect abs), two pink lines appear on a pregnancy test.
We've survived exes, tabloids, and my questionable life choices. With babies on the way, his overbearing family sniffing for scandals, and my still-unpaid student loans — what else can go wrong?
...Right?