Wren

“Chirp, hey!” Ray’s voice comes in through the phone.

“Hi, Ray. How’re you? How’s Quincy?”

“I am exhausted with this baby,” she complains. “I need her out ASAP.”

“Four more weeks, you’re doing great.”

“That’s what I tell her everyday,” Ray mumbles, and I hear a small kissing sound before he concentrates on the call again. “When are you both returning?”

I raise my brows to Ezra across the room.

“The day after tomorrow,” he mouths, and I ...