Three weeks later.
Rain poured heavily across Country A while the city lights shimmered against the dark glass windows of the penthouse.
Inside the luxurious apartment, peace still existed.
Messy.
Loud.
Pregnancy-filled peace.
And somehow, Jordan Rodriguez had adjusted to it frighteningly well.
At exactly two in the morning—
He was standing inside the kitchen making noodles while questioning his life choices again.
“You said you wanted pancakes.”
Maureen Green sat dramatically on the kitchen counter wrapped in one of his black hoodies.
“I changed my mind.”
Jordan stirred the noodles calmly.
“You’ve changed your mind six times.”
“That’s because your child is complicated.”
Jordan looked toward her flatly.
“Our child.”
Maureen smiled innocently.
“Exactly.”
Jordan sighed qui
