“I think I figured it out.”
Felix walks by the window, and Honor follows my line of sight.
“You gonna clue me in?”
“I’m going to ask Easton Bailey to marry me.”
She doesn’t say anything but her widened eyes and hanging jaw suggest she’s shocked.
“Why?You think that’s a bad idea?”I ask.
“No, I just didn’t see that coming.I thought you just hooked up with him.I wonder if you should pick someone you could have more of a future with.”
I can see her point, but there’s no one else for me to ask on this short of notice.
The door chime rings, and Felix walks in, pointing to Honor.“That’s not a chair.”
Honor slides down and grabs my hand before I can get away.“Had?”I see it on her face—the one that says this is a very, very bad idea.
“Relax, I got this.”
Felix returns from the back, complaining about a book that didn’t come in and how we’re going to disappoint the people who preordered.
Honor leaves, with acall mesignal to her ear with more urgent flair, but I’ll be honest, I probably won’t.She’ll just try to talk me out of it.
ChapterSix
Easton
Tanner is playing on his activity mat, and I’m sitting next to him with my legs extended, staring at the calendar on my phone.
Away.Home.Away.
Seven days gone.Five days here.Nine days gone.Three days here.
The schedule used to get me excited.It used to get my blood pumping to play again.Now, all I can think about is how the hell am I ever going to make this work if he’s mine and his mother never comes back?
I stare at him and can’t fight the smile on my face when I see a little bubble form out of his mouth.
We’ve gotten into a routine, although it’s taken a lot of help from my friends showing me what to do.Thankfully, I did babysit a lot of my cousins throughout the years, so I know my way around a baby at least a little.Not as well as I know my way around a baseball field, but he’s fed, changed, and looks happy staring at himself in that little mirror hanging above him.
Another sign that he really is mine.
Which only makes waiting on the paternity test results worse.
Every day I examine his features and his mannerisms—which is a tad crazy, since he’s, like, six months old.Any day now I should receive the results that will determine if he really is mine or whether whoever left him for me was lying and has an ulterior motive.
My phone dings with a text from my mom, and I half expect it to be her telling me she’s outside the security gate of the building.
But instead, it’s the picture of Tanner I sent her alongside one of my baby pictures.
Not sure you need that paternity test.
She’s right.We look like twins, and it’s more than just the hair color.It’s the nose and the mouth and the deeper set of his eyes.
Did he get anything from his mother?
Hell if I know.I don’t even know her name.
