But he was Vincent’s dad. There was no changing that.
Motherhood had been unexpected, but the minute he was in my arms, the biological instinct kicked in. The internet hadbeen a much-needed resource, but I’d begun to realize that my intuition could be trusted when it came to my son. My body responded to his cries. I’d learned to distinguish between the different types too. And more often than not, I found myself waking up a minute before he did, even in the dead of the night.
This was my reality now. And though I felt mentally unprepared, physically, I was built for this.
But navigating this coexistence with Jasper? I had no clue.
We’d had a fun night all those months ago, but then we’d avoided one another. He was a hot playboy and I was me.
But now this relative stranger was my child’s father. A man I’d be tied to forever and someone with whom I had to get along.
So I’d let him sleep on the lawn if that’s what he wanted. Maybe he’d get uncomfortable after a few days and go home. Or maybe he’d be useful.
After I burped Vincent and got him latched to my other breast, I texted my friends rather than calling.
Evie:
He’s here.
Ruby:
?
Evie:
Jasper. He brought a tent. He’s gonna camp on my lawn.
Ruby:
Did he bring a boom box too?
Frankie:
Should I get my shotgun?
Evie:
What are you talking about?
Ruby:
Looks like we’ve got the selection prepared for our next movie night. But why the lawn?
Frankie:
I can shoot at him. Or just scare him off if you prefer. Ignore Ruby. This is not Say Anything, this is more of a Red Dawn situation.
Evie:
He says he wants to be close to us.
Ruby:
You can’t say that stuff to me. I’m forty-three months pregnant.
I giggled.Ruby had entered what she called the eternal whale phase of pregnancy, where day after day, her thoughts solely revolved around getting the baby out.
Evie:
