Page 57 of From Maybe to Baby

Of the ocean, I mean. Not the hockey player

Though that view looked pretty good in those photos

I might be in trouble

The best kind of trouble

I'm having... thoughts

Domestic ones?

The scariest kind

Oh honey

I get up, pacing my room. This is crazy. I don't do domestic. I don't do families. I definitely don't do winter sports or foggy mornings or make freaking pancakes.

Except...

Except I can see it all so clearly. Not just the big moments, but the small ones like having someone to meet me at the airport for a change rather than walking out and hunting down a cab all alone.

Or, even, someone to come home to. Maybe multiple someones.

My phone buzzes again. It’s Ryan:

Please tell me you're writing

Does writing it in my head count?

No. Only actual words on actual paper. Unless your new laptop has arrived

It has.

Great news

I flop back onto the bed, overwhelmed by possibilities I never wanted. I still don’t want. This is insane. I've known these people for only a few days.

But it doesn't feel like a few days.

My phone chimes with a text from Jonas:

Kids want to know if you're coming to breakfast tomorrow

Lukas is planning his pancake order

Jace wants to know if princesses eat waffles

No pressure

But they'd really like to see you

I'd really like to see you

Sounds like you’re using your children as an excuse to see me

Guilty

What time?

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