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the feeling like this is the kind of day where anything I say will be wrong. “Why is Jett all dressed up?”
    “I forgot to tell you,” she says. She leans forward and begins picking up the magazines. “My mom wanted to get him for the night. She gave me this huge guilt trip for not coming to visit her in a while and I said I didn’t feel like driving so she’s coming here instead.”
    “How long is she keeping him?” I ask.
    Bayleigh stands and throws the magazines into the trash can. “I don’t know, like a few hours.”
    I smile because I’m getting an awesome idea. “And when will she be here?”
    Bayleigh looks at the clock on the wall. “Soon.”
    I jump to my feet and walk over to her, sliding my hands around her waist. “Do you know what this means?”
    She rolls her eyes. “It means my mom won’t have to bitch at me for another week or so?”
    “It means we can have a date night.”
    “Oh,” she says with a shrug. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”
    “Babe, that’s not the kind of reaction I was hoping for. We haven’t been on a date in a long ass time. I can’t even remember the last time we did anything with just the two of us.”
    “Last month at the Mexican Grille.” Bayleigh steps away and pulls a hair tie off her wrist. “We had that skanky waitress who couldn’t keep her stupid skank eyes off of you.”
    I lift an eyebrow. “I thought we had a good time?”
    She snorts. “Yeah, I’m sure you had a good time! Who wouldn’t have a good time when some bimbo flirts with you all night?”
    “Baby, you have to tell me what’s wrong. I honestly can’t even remember the waitress so I’m pretty sure she wasn’t flirting with me.”
    She pulls her hair back into a messy bun. “You get flirted with so much that you’re probably just so used to it that you don’t even notice it anymore.”
    She stare at the floor as she talks and I’m just so fed up with how she’s been treating me the last few days. I don’t mean to shout, but I do. “Bayleigh, stop!”
    Her eyes go wide and the baby makes a noise from his carrier and I immediately feel like shit for talking to her that way. I sigh and lower my eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell I’m just…”
    She folds her arms in front of her chest. “Well?”
    “I’m just worried about you babe. I’m worried about us. It feels like you’re mad at me and I don’t know what for.”
    I pause, hoping she’ll jump into the conversation, tell me she’s not mad at me and make me feel better but she doesn’t. She just stands there, arms crossed over her chest, staring at me with a blank expression on her face. I reach up and touch her cheek. “Bayleigh, I don’t know why you’re so mad at me. I love you so much and I would never do anything to hurt you. At least not on purpose. What’s wrong?”
    She’s silent for a moment and the only sound in the room is Jett making little baby noises from his carrier on the floor. Finally after what feels like hours, she reaches up and covers my hand with hers. When she meets my gaze there are tears in her eyes.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “You haven’t done anything wrong…it’s…it’s me.”
    My heart stops cold in my chest. “What have you done wrong?” I ask, suddenly terrified to know the answer. Bayleigh wouldn’t cheat on me—there’s no way. Our love is strong. At least I think it is.
    She swallows and shakes her head. “It’s not like that,” she says, taking a step forward to close the distance between us. Her head leans against my chest and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me. “I haven’t done anything baby…I can’t believe you would think that.” She chuckles with her face buried against my shirt.
    Hearing her laughter puts my mind at ease, but only a little. I pull back, lightly holding her face in my hands so I can look at her. “Honey please tell me what’s wrong.”
    For a split second I think she’s about to tell me.
    And