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door and believes there’s a reason for a bowl. We’re different. I’m more free spirited. She’s more organized.
    I need to be on my own.
    “Why not?” I give her a look that says everything I thought and she giggles. She knows that if I don’t kill her first, she will off me. “Then the only other option is Wyatt.”
    I sigh. Damn him. “You know he was all alpha stupid with saying we will get married?”
    “I’m not surprised. It’s not being alpha—it’s being Southern.”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning he wants to take care of you. He’s a good man, Ang. He will always take care of his responsibilities. He was raised that way, and his mama raised him right. He may act like a child most of the time, but he’ll do right by you and this baby.”
    “That’s the problem. I don’t want to be his charity case. Just because we had sex, it doesn’t mean he needs to give up everything. He can still be a father to our child without me having to move here. I would never keep the baby from him.”
    She nods. “I don’t think anyone is disputing that, but do you remember when the boys were little?”
    “Yeah?” I don’t know where she’s going with this.
    “A lot happens when they’re little. The first smile. The first time they start to crawl or walk. It’s a lot of little things that only happen for the first time—once.”
    I don’t disagree with her. “That said, I’m not certain that means I should uproot my life.”
    “Don’t you think it would be nice to have help with an infant? He’ll be a good dad, and he wants to be there.”
    “I know he’ll be a good dad, Pres. I’ve seen how he is with Cayden and Logan.”
    I believe that deep down in my soul. Wyatt made it clear that he’ll be around for the baby. He wants to be involved, and I’ll never begrudge him his own child, but I’m not marrying the man. He’s lost his damn mind if he thinks I’m going to because he thinks it’s “the right thing to do.” Whenever I finally decide to marry someone, which will probably be never, it’s going to be for the right reasons.
    “It’ll work out,” Presley says with conviction. “I know it.”
    “Ugh!” I drop my head in my hands. “Everything is so fucked up!”
    “Or maybe everything is finally falling into place.”

    Since I’m not really sure about the rules for pregnancy and coffee, I grab a cup of tea, head out to the wrap-around porch, and plop myself in one of the Adirondack chairs. With everyone still asleep, the house is quiet, and the pre-dawn morning is peaceful. I take a sip of my drink, wince, and make a mental note to ask my doctor about my coffee allowance. There’s no telling what kind of awful bitch I’ll become if I can’t have it, but I don’t want to do anything to hurt the baby in the meantime.
    I sit, staring out at the rolling hills before me. I hold the cup in my hand as the steam rises, and then I spot the garden figure I gave Presley when she bought the house in Media. Two girls sit on a swing, holding onto each other as if they’re all the other one needs. After college, I wanted to be sure she’d always have me close (not that I was ever really far to begin with), but seeing she brought me here to her new life, I can’t help the smile.
    Presley’s life hasn’t been easy the last few years thanks to my brother. She had everything. A husband, kids, a new business, and happiness—then she lost it all. It fell apart, no, it imploded. Losing my brother by suicide was awful enough, but then I lost her in my everyday life and it was devastating. But she didn’t fall apart.
    She didn’t quit.
    She rose up from the ashes, and while it wasn’t an easy road, she did it with grace. I know some think otherwise, but I’ve known her most of my life. I’ve seen her weak. I’ve seen her distraught, and I’ve seen her be brave for her kids.
    That’s the one thing that I can honestly say about her, she always puts those boys first. They’re her priority,