Not just because he’s the only family I have left, but because he’s my best friend and he always will be.
I don’t want to do this next chapter without him.
I can’t.
I just hope Arden is good with it too.
35
ARDEN
Staring at your computer screen when you’re on deadline is not for the faint of heart. I need to have this article into the paper in the next four hours, and unless I find some motivation real soon, it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.
Frustrated, I flip my phone face up on the table, the screen lighting up with two missed messages.
JUDE: Will our daughter have godparents?
JUDE: That’s still a thing right?
ARDEN: I haven’t really thought about it but I guess she could
ARDEN: Do you have people in mind?
JUDE: I’d really like Deacon to be the godfather
JUDE: It would mean a lot
I stare at the message,reading it a second time before I can respond. It feels a little desperate and I wonder what brought this on.
ARDEN: I think your brother would be a great choice
JUDE: Thank you
ARDEN: Why do I get the feeling you were bracing for a fight?
JUDE: It surprised me today. I got overwhelmed with the way things are changing.
ARDEN: To be clear—you’re the one that had to move in with me
JUDE: I stand by that
JUDE: And you’re not getting rid of me
ARDEN: Worth a try
ARDEN: (gif of a woman shrugging her shoulders)
ARDEN: Also it’s more likely that we’d fight over the way you fold the towels from the dryer than assigning godparents
JUDE: The towels are fine
ARDEN: They are now because I refolded them
JUDE: Keep it up—I’ll refold them my way—I got nothing but time
ARDEN: You will NOT touch those towels if you ever want to see me naked again
JUDE: Now why did you have to be mean like that?