We’re supposed to believe that you can just call up your fertility doctor and get IVF on your lunch break? Get real, show. Oh, gee, is the baby Mark’s, or Jack’s? Rolling my eyes so hard.
You’d think Preacher would have been smarter when dealing with Paige’s situation. Way too trusting.
Didn’t like Brady and Brie, and Ricky and Lizzie eating up so much screen time.