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“I just feel bad,” I mutter when she drops her hand.
“Please, don’t,” she begs. “This was my choice, just like it was yours to not go back to school either. You don’t hear me constantly questioning you about it.”
She has a valid point. “All right,” I concede. “I won’t bring it up anymore.”
“Thank you.”
“You know both our families are going to go overboard for the baby shower.” It’s still a month away, but her mom and mine have been planning it for weeks already.
“Oh, I know,” she sighs, but there’s an edge of amusement to the sound. “They’re being very secretive about it too.”
“They’re probably going to make us do some kind of weird games.”
“I have no doubts.” She stifles a yawn. “I’m tired. Do you want to take a nap with me?”
I arch a brow, eyeing the wide-open door. “I think your dad might kill me.”
She rolls her eyes. “The door is open and we’re in our clothes.”
“True,” I agree. “If that’s what you want, then yes.”
“I always want to be close to you.”
She quickly situates herself and grabs my arm, draping it over herself. I can’t help but grin as I settle against her.
I don’t plan on napping, but soon her even breaths lull me to sleep alongside her.
CHAPTER 48
SPENCER
SEVEN YEARS AGO
“Oh my god,” Harlow mutters at my side. “They really did go all out.”
The rented-out space in a local restaurant is decorated with yellow and cream balloons, a painted arched sign that saysOh, baby!,and there’s a fully decked out tablescape. I only know that word because I’ve heard my mom utter it about twenty times in the past week.
I give her hand a squeeze and she steps over the threshold.
“This is incredible,” I say to my mom, and her eyes immediately shine with tears at the praise. “Thank you for doing this for us.” I let go of Harlow’s hand to hug my mom.
I know how blessed we are that our parents have been supportive of the situation. I’m not sure we could be doing this without them.
“You’re welcome.” She lets me go and takes my face between her hands. “I’m proud of you, Spencer.”
“Proud?” I question, not sure what I’ve possibly done to be proud of. I’ve gotten my girlfriend pregnant, dropped out of college, and I’m working at a surf shop. I’d think by most people’s accounts I’m failing epically.
“Yes.” She pats my cheek. “You’ve stepped up to the plate and you haven’t complained once.”
I’m not sure doing the right thing is also anything to be proud of. It should be the bare minimum to do what I have. But all I say is, “Thank you,” and pull her in for another hug.
When I turn to check on Harlow, I find that she’s greeting her extended family. Willa hovers close to her with a no nonsense look on her face, like she’s daring any of the family to say something about Harlow’s teen pregnancy.
A bump against my shoulder has me turning to see Jasper—T.J.’s older brother and Willa’s boyfriend. “Hey.”
“Hey, how are you?” I ask.
His gaze immediately goes to Willa, and he grins. “Good. I’m real good. Is Harlow doing okay?”
