Wren

My heart drops to my stomach, and a tight smile stretches across my face.

“I will,” I reply.

“Go ahead then.” He crosses his arms, a brow lifted.

“After the baby shower—”

“Wren,” he scoffs. “I’m not stupid. Is there…” he hesitates. “Is there someone else?”

My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, pulse thumping. “God, no. There’s no one el—”

“I’ve noticed, you know? These past weeks…I see how you sneak off to answer some goddamn call, I ...