“And your uncle is Sean Arrowood. Forget even him, yourother uncle is freaking Jacob Arrowood.”
“Yeah, but they’re not as cool as people think.”
He puts both hands out in front of him with that facelike…duh. “My point.”
“But Logan isn’t my uncle. He’s your brother.”
“Which makes him even less cool.” Cayden’s hand rests on myleg. “Listen, Logan will love you. He is the one person that I would like totell about the baby. I know we said we wouldn’t but I wouldn’t doubt if I havetwo missed calls from him now.”
“Why?”
He sighs. “Because he’s annoying and nosey. He knew I wascoming on a date, he knows how I feel about you, and we tell each other prettymuch everything. Plus there’s this weird twin thing.”
I can understand that. “Then we should tell him. I am justtrying to avoid many people knowing until we’re out of the danger zone and thenI think I am going to wait until the baby is born to tell my family.” As muchas I’m kidding, I’m not.
My dad is going to lose his shit.
Cayden laughs. “Yeah, my parents aren’t going to take itwell.”
“Tell me about it.” He leans in, pressing his lips to mine.“We have time, and until then, I’ll spoil you, make you love me even more than youdo now, and we’ll keep the baby a secret.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, not caring that we’re inpublic and kiss him a little harder. “I look forward to the spoiling part.”
“You should. Are you still hungry?”
We haven’t had the main course, but I’m pretty full. “Notreally.”
He lifts his hand, waving the waiter over. “Check please.”
“What?” I ask.
“I’m hungry, but not for food. My apartment is six blocksfrom here and I’d much rather eat something else.”
This spoiling thing is going to be really fun.
ChapterSixteen
CAYDEN
~Four months later~
“Where did you put the box with the dishes?” Hadley yellsfrom the second bedroom, where all of my things are still being sorted.
“Probably in the kitchen.”
Moving in together has been challenging. Melanie, unbeknownstto Hadley, has been dating her boss and things have progressed to the pointthey are discussing marriage. Their lease was coming up and she asked if Hadleywould be upset if she moved out, which would give Hadley two bedrooms for herand the baby.
I don’t know what exactly came over me but the idea of herliving alone while she’s pregnant was too much. I suggested we move intogether, presenting a compelling argument that she couldn’t refuse.
It’s been two weeks and I think she’s ready to kill me.
She comes out of the bedroom, hair on top of her head, and ascowl on her face. “You have to unpack. We can’t live like this. I am seriouslylosing my mind in this chaos.”
“I know.”
“You know or you’re going to fix it?”
The laughter from the living room causes both our eyes to turn.“Shut up, Logan,” I warn.
