“You’re shitting me, right?” Decker says. “He’s on board with his sister living with him?”
He must be talking to Easton, but I don’t give a shit what his noble-ass opinion is.
At the same time, it feels weird to accept his gratitude because there’s more he needs to know, but Callie and I decided last night to give it a little more time. After next month’s appointment, we’ll tell him. Dr. Amato said that’s when the probability of a miscarriage will decrease drastically. Six more weeks before we blow up our world.
“I don’t think Callie will want to move in with us though. Our lives don’t really fit with a single woman who still likes to go out. I’ll help her find a new place though.”
“No rush.” I straighten in my chair, thankful that part is over.
Hayes leans back against the seat and closes his eyes. I’m surprised he’s not pulling out his phone to fill Leighton in on the news. Leighton has to assume I’m the dad, especially when she finds out Callie is living with me, so this next month needs to pass quickly so we can tell Hayes and not have this entire thing explode in our faces.
I pull out my phone to text Callie.
Told him, and he’s surprisingly cool with it.
Hmm… Leighton must have rocked his world last night.
He actually thanked me for taking you in.
You didn’t tell him that you bribed me?
I like to keep some things to myself.
More than some.
We’ll play a game of truth or dare when I get back.
No. I’m going to introduce you to one for one.
What’s one for one? It sounds like torture.
Ask Hayes if you want to know. Good luck and see you in ten days.
She includes the blowing kiss emoji, and for some reason, that one little image makes me want to forget all our rules.
Decker leans across the aisle. “We have a good thing going here, don’t fuck it up.”
I turn to face my twin. “Stay the fuck out of my life.”
“You’re the one who came to Chicago.”
“It’s not an invitation to interfere. She’s just living with me because her landlord is a sleazy bastard.”
Decker straightens and grabs his headphones. “You’re not as good a liar as you think.” He puts them on, and I’m happy he’s out of my head and my decisions.
Hayes smiles at me while he puts on his headphones, and I rock my head back, closing my eyes.
Callie and I have this totally under control. And when we’re rocking the co-parent thing, they’ll all see that we made the right decision.
If only I hadn’t been up half the night, stopping myself from knocking on her door and asking for a little friends-with-benefits action. It’ll get easier with time, right?
Chapter
Eighteen
Callie
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