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I’o back outside actually—in case the sain

But I know I can’t avoid food for nine uess it’s seven now

Holy fucking shit—that’s crazy to think about

In seven months I’ll have a kid

A real, live, eating, breathing, sleeping, pooping, and puking baby

I’m so not ready for this kind of commitment in my life

People joke that it’s eighteen years, but it’s a life sentence

“Hey,” Xanderon?”

“Nothing,” I lie

He raises a brow “Don’t lie toyou”

I exhale a heavy breath “It’s just scary, that’s all” It’s the sa I’ve already said aXander says nothing’s going to change, but for once he has to be wrong How can a baby not change things?

He cups e hands, my face nearly shole

“I’ to be okay”

“How?” I practically whine “How do you know?”

He shrugs his massive shoulders “I just do We’re not tasked with more than we can handle This has happened for a reason” He moves his hand to my stomach