It was not what I expected. I almost dropped the camera. He looked like a snow baby.
Gavin stared up at the ceiling. Could you be pregnant? We can help. He looked over at me and his abs crunched together in a way I only knew from Hollister ads. I know what it’s for, but I want to paint the whole kiosk black.We never considered anything but keeping the baby, did we?
Nope. Hell, half the town was excited for us.It was true. So many of our classmates married right out of high school anyway. Jumping the gun hadn’t caused much of anyone so much as a blink.Remember how Old Man Wilkins brought over that ancient stool? Gavin asked.
It was so sweet. It had belonged to his little boy. I still have it.Gavin sat up. Really?
Sure. It’s on the other end of the sofa.
Gavin stood fluidly, each muscle taut, and I tried not to think about him as anything but, well, like Austin, or lumberjack boy, or my coworkers — guys I’d come across and felt no temptation with whatsoever.Leah, I said finally, pulling her from my chest and settling her back onto the pillows. Why?
Her face was slimy and red. Dark half–moons camped around her eyes. She looked away.Three words. I felt so much guilt I could barely swallow.
Caleb, please come home. I’m pregnant.I send Sam upstairs with Estella and wait for Caleb.