“It’s a problem.”
“You like him.”
“Unfortunately.”
She blows out a big sigh. “And he still doesn’t know.”
“No.”
“And he named them.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I know.”
“After delivering them.”
I gulp audibly. “Yep.”
“That’s insane.”
“I’m aware.”
There’s a pause. “You have to tell him.”
“Not yet.”
“You’ve had nine months.”
“I’ve had nine months to avoid it,” I correct.
“And now?”
“Now I’m tired. I just had twins only a month ago. I’m hormonal. I’m crying because he feeds a dog soup.”
She laughs. “That tracks.”
“I need time. I need to figure out how to say it. How to handle Jason. Faith. Amber. All of it.”
“Perry,” she says carefully, “there’s drama…and then there’s whatever this is.”
“I know.” Because this isn’t just messy. It’s nuclear.
I look over at the bassinets again. Nicholas stretches, mouth opening in a silent yawn. Walker shifts, tiny fist punching at air like he’s already ready to fight something.
My sons.Damian’ssons.
“I can’t drop that on him right now,” I whisper. “Not when I don’t even know what I’m doing.”
Olivia sighs. “So what’s the plan?”
“I date him.”
She chokes. “Excuse me?”
“I date him. Casually. I get to know him. I figure out if this is real or just an attraction leftover from a New Year’s Eve mistake.”
“And then?”
“And then,” I say, staring at my sleeping sons, “I tell him.”
