He comes into my office, stuffing his face with a sandwich. I shake my head. Dad would be happy Garret ended up with meinstead of going into the military. Turns out my brother makes one hell of an agent.
That was money well spent. My mom is happy, my business is always looked after, and I have a constant voice of reason. I know I’ve loved having him by my side.
“What’s up?” he asks through a mouth full of food.
“I think it’s time we start looking into going home. I’ll be a free agent going into season after next. See if you can quietly put out some feelers, nothing official, just bullshit talk with your buddies for now.”
“This have anything to do with Zah? I thought you were walking away,” he says and lifts a brow.
“I was.” I take a pause and sigh. “I just have this feeling. I’m not going to do anything to close that door yet. If we can get me home, I want to at least consider it.”
“A lot can happen in two years.”
“Exactly,” I say as I think about all that needs to be done to go back home.
Two years is plenty of time for Zah to have the space to forgive me. Heck, I could be back home within a year and a half, to be honest.
Maybe in two years, we can sit down and have a real conversation. For now, I’m going to keep my eye on Gilbert. I never did trust him around Zah.
CHAPTER 29
ACoincidence
Zahirah
Two months later …
“Oh my God,you’re not going to believe who I ran into in town,” Erica gushes as she rushes into our apartment.
I snap my eyes open as I realize that once again I was nodding off. At four months pregnant, I tend to do that a lot. I’ve been editing this travel vlog for the new channel for hours now because I can’t seem to keep my eyes open.
I started the new channel and stopped showing my face and using my voice after we left Arizona. I figured if I want to stay hidden and keep my pregnancy to myself, I need to start fresh.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You and baby Coswell were sleeping.” Erica pouts.
“Will you stop calling him that?” I hiss.
“It’s not like we know for sure it’s a boy, and you haven’t given him or her a name, so what else should I call the little love bug?”
“I know it’s a boy. I don’t need anyone to tell me that. I wanted his name to be a surprise, but you’re getting on my nerves,” I snap.
“Okay, Mommy is cranky today. Got it. Wait, you named the baby?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of? What does that mean? Does my nephew have a name or not?”
“For now, you can call him AC,” I mutter.
She looks at me and begins to tear up. I groan, knowing she’s figured his name out already. I cover my belly and give her a small smile.
“Aaron Christopher,” she chokes out.
“Yeah, it feels right, you know?”
She nods her head and begins to wipe at her tears. “I should have known when you asked for Dad’s middle name. I love it. My dad’s middle name and your dad’s middle name. It’s perfect.”
“I couldn’t remember what theAstood for at first. I didn’t want to ask, but it was going to drive me crazy. Anyway, who did you run into?”
