Page 102 of Faking with Three

But then, just as quickly, the doubts creep in. What does this mean for Adam? For the fragile connection we’re just starting to build? How will this affect everything I’ve been trying to fix?

“Jax?” Olivia’s voice pulls me back. “Are you still there?”

“I’m here,” I say, my voice steadier now. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything right now,” she says quickly. “I just thought you should know.”

I close my eyes, letting out a slow breath. “Thank you for telling me. And, Liv… I’m glad you did.”

“Of course, you had every right to know,” she says.

I lean back against the seat, running a hand through my hair. “Are you okay?” It’s the only question I can manage, the only one that feels important in this moment.

“I think so,” she says, though her voice has a nervous edge. “I wasn’t at first, but… I’m dealing with it. I just thought you should know.”

I shake my head, the decision already forming in my mind. “Where are you?”

“At Ethan’s,” she says. “Why?”

“Because I’m coming over,” I say firmly, starting the car. “We need to talk about this. In person.”

“Jax—”

“I’ll be there soon,” I interrupt, cutting her off. “Just stay put.”

As I pull out of the parking lot, my mind races. I don’t know what I’m walking into, but one thing is clear—I need to see her.

The drive to Ethan’s place feels like it takes forever, even though I probably break a few speed limits getting there. My foot taps nervously against the gas pedal, and I have to remind myself to breathe.

When I knock on the door, it swings open almost immediately. Olivia stands there, her face pale.

“Hey,” Olivia says softly, stepping aside to let me in.

“Hey,” I reply, my voice lower than usual. I step into the apartment, my eyes sweeping over the room.

“So, you’re here. Good. Let’s talk about this.”

I nod, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yeah. Let’s talk.”

Olivia sits down on the armrest of the couch, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. “I don’t know where to start.”

“How about the part where you’re pregnant?” Marcus says, his tone lighter than I expect, though there’s a tension behind it. “That seems like a pretty good place.”

Olivia glances at him, her lips twitching into a faint smile despite herself. “Fair.”

I lean against the wall, keeping my eyes on her. “How are you feeling? Really?”

“Tired,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “And scared. And a little… excited? I don’t know. It’s a lot.”

“Yeah,” I say, nodding slowly. “It is.”

Ethan leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Okay, so let’s figure this out. What does this mean for us?”

All three of us turn to look at him.

“Do we have to do this now?” Olivia asks.

“Yes,” Marcus says, turning to face her. “I’m with Ethan on this one. As much as I would like to play things casual, a baby changes everything.”

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