BOOK THREE: THE CONFESSION

Taylor

Kennedy raps on my door before entering to place saltines and a glass of tepid water on my nightstand.

Jackson peeks his head in, reminding me, “Text either of us if you need anything while we’re at work today.”

I decide I’ll need to nip this over-protective hovering in the butt tonight.

Kennedy texts me four times prior to noon. Jackson texts three times before 4:00. I’m happy they’re excited to be pregnant, but I ...