22
TRENT
I walked into my condo, staring at my phone with a dopey grin on my face. Finley sent me a new pic of her baby belly with the caption Thirty-four weeks! I knocked over a stack of books today. Definitely feeling the weight of our son. Not long before we meet him!
Our son. Damn. I was still getting used to that. And I was still dragging my feet on the decision I needed to make.
“Hey,” X said. His brows were up, and he smirked. “You good?”
“Yeah, why?” I tucked away my phone. Kenny ran over and nudged my hand so I’d rub his head.
“I just called your name a few times, and you didn’t answer. Was that Finley?”
I nodded. “Where’s McJenna?”
“Studying at the library. Why?”
I rubbed my hands together and drew a breath. “I need to talk to you.”
“Okay.” His humor vanished. He knew i
