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“But—”

“No, Blondie,” I give her a stern look that has her rolling her eyes.

“Fine, be my guest.” She lifts her hands in resignation and goes toward the door.

“I will.” Chuckling, I grab the boxes and follow after her, only to run into Daniel, who’s sitting on the stairs. He lifts his gaze and looks between the two of us tentatively.

“Can you grab some of the boxes?”

Daniel shifts his attention between the two of us before getting up. “Sure thing.”

We climb the steps, and Savannah opens one of the doors. “It’s not much just yet, but this is where I’m planning to have the nursery for Munchkin. You know, once I throw all the furniture out and whatnot.”

Placing the boxes by the wall, I straighten and take in the room. The old wallpaper was peeling at the corners, and dark, rusty furniture was taking up a lot of space. The furniture she shouldn’t be trying to move even if she weren’t pregnant.

“Where do I put this?” Daniel asks, a stack of boxes that’s taller than him in his hands.

“By the door,” I answer, my brain spinning. Daniel straightens and dusts his hands to find me watching him.

“What?”

I shift my gaze to Savannah. “We can help with that.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

SAVANNAH

“Savannah Jane Parker!”

I turn around to find my very pissed-off best friend marching across Main Street toward me, a car seat in her hand.

“Becky, wha?—”

“A hospital? Really?”

I wince softly at her accusing tone. “It wasn’t like that.”

Becky raises her brow. “So, you didn’t end up in a hospital?”

“No.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “It was the ER.”

“Oh, well, now that makes me feel so much better!” Becky bites out sarcastically. She lifts her free hand and lets it fall, only to wince at the loud slap. Her gaze falls to the car seat, and she lets out a long sigh when she finds Jackson is still firmly asleep. “I guess you only don’t like sleeping at night, huh? You’re lucky I love you so much.”

Jackson purses his lips in sleep, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “He’s so big already.”

“He’s not shy when it comes to eating, that’s for damn sure. He’s his father’s son, through and through.” She turns herattention to me. “But don’t you go changing the subject on me, missy. Why didn’t you say something? I would have been there!”

So much for distracting her.

“I didn’t say something because you have your hands full with Jackson; you don’t need to worry about me. How did you find out anyway?”

“I ran into Mrs. Miller at the store this morning while I was buying a few things for my mom, and she asked me how you were doing. And when I looked at her blankly, she informed me of what happened.” Becky gives me a knowing look. “Apparently, your neighbor saw Blake carrying you to his truck, so she got worried.”

I snort. “So she went around and blabbed it to half the town?”

Seriously, sometimes I wished I just stayed in the city. Then I wouldn’t need to deal with all the nosy neighbors and all the gossip.

“You know how people around here are.” Becky waves it off, her face turning serious. “What happened? Are you okay? Like really okay?”

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