Evan turns five today and he looks exactly like Caleb.
Same dark hair that falls into his eyes. Same bright blue eyes. Same tiny frown when he’s trying hard at something. I stand in the living room watching Caleb blow up balloons, and my chest aches so much I can barely breathe. My little boy is a perfect miniature of the man I’m still terrified to love.
“Streamers okay here?” Caleb asks, holding them up.
“Yeah. By the window.”
This is our first real party together. Not just swapping Evan. Actually planning, decorating, being a team. It feels warm and soft and so damn dangerous.
Eleanor walks in with the cake and freezes. A slow, knowing smile spreads across her face. “Look at you two. All domestic like that.”
“Don’t start,” I mumble, cheeks burning.
“I’m just saying… You look good
