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Picking up my pen,I jot down a few ideas for stories, plus a reminder to talk to my boss about getting Vetted Paws some ad space so they can continue to help rehome as many dogs as possible. I’ve talked to Sorren and Tanner about their plans for expansion, but they’ve been pretty tight-lipped so far.

I circle the note for later as my phone buzzes again.

JUDE: I didn’t ask how you’re feeling

ARDEN: Is that you asking now?

JUDE: Yes

ARDEN: I didn’t puke today

JUDE: That’s a good start

ARDEN: I had toast and now I’m at Kettle & Kiln

ARDEN: Want me to bring you something?

JUDE: You don’t need an excuse to see me—you can just come over

ARDEN: I know I don’t need an excuse. I’m carrying your baby

JUDE: We’re still gonna talk about that

Frowning,I set my phone down, not because Idon’twant to talk about it but because I don’t want to do it in the middle of the coffee shop. And there’sso much to talk about.

Things between us.

Things with the baby.

How will we manage coparenting?

Will we need to go to court and get something formal or will we be able to figure it out ourselves?

The list is endless and that doesn’t even include that I have to tell my parents.

Ugh, why do I have to tell anyone? Can’t I just surprise them in seven months, like, hey here’s a baby!

If only…

JUDE: Do you think Dez will need another dog friend? Is that a thing?

ARDEN: I have no idea. I’ve never had a dog

ARDEN: Or a pet

JUDE: Really?

ARDEN: I wanted to get a cat but Mom didn’t want to deal with the hair

JUDE: That sucks—we always had pets growing up. Strays mostly but I don’t think we ever just had one

ARDEN: Maybe start with one?

ARDEN: What does your brother say?

JUDE: It was his idea—doesn’t want me to be a hermit

ARDEN: That sounds nothing like you