Chapter Twenty-One
Patton
“The doctor is coming over tomorrow,” I told my younger brother, Warner, over the phone. “Alexa is thirty-six weeks now. Only four more to go.”
“Seems like the end is near. How long are you guys planning on keeping up this marriage charade after the baby comes?” he asked me, making a knot form in my stomach with the thought of ending things with Alexa.
“We’re not talking about anything like that right now. She can’t have any stress. And I’m not worried about that anyway.” I didn’t want to get into things with him. I hadn’t told anyone about my true feelings for Alexa—not even the woman herself. But I had told them how I felt about the baby. “It’s not like I’m going to be in some kind of hurry to move my son out of my home.”
“But he’s not really your son,” War
