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We spend the rest of the evening talking about baby names and baby showers and all the changes Sam wants to make to the house before summer comes. He and my mom were adamant that Dylan’s room stay off-limits, the way it’s been for years. It’s mostly empty, but no one uses it. But I disagree.
“I think it’s the perfect nursery. There’s plenty of room in there, and the closet is a good size. My room has better lighting, but that can’t be conducive to napping. And it makes no sense to add on a whole extra bedroom.”
“Are you sure?” my mom asks.
“Completely. Dylan was the world’s best big brother and I can’t imagine a better place for this little one to sleep.” I know tears are streaming down my face, the same way they’re streaming down Mom and Sam’s faces, too. Ty holds me close and presses a kiss to my forehead.
And here, in my mom’s living room, I feel more complete than I have in nearly three years. My family is here--all of them--and I’ve never felt more loved.
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Ty
Phoebe and I are heading back to Bainbridge and the miles of road stretch in front of us. Just when I think life is pretty good--I’ve got my girl back, we visited her family and they welcomed me with open arms, I get the call I’ve been half-expecting for over a year now.
“Hey, I need a ride,” Knox’s voice is a little muffled, almost like he’s in a tunnel. But it’s not the first time he’s lost his car or ended up in a strange house, so I ask for the address.
It’s the pause that tips me off.
My best friend is balls-to-the-wall, in-your-face all the time. So when he hesitates before telling me where to pick him up, I get suspicious.
“Knox, what’s the address? We're maybe twenty minutes from campus. Just tell me where you are and we’ll swing by to pick your ass up.”
“300 South Main.”
“The hell even is that? And what are you doing downtown?”
“Just plug it into your GPS and get here.”
The line goes dead before I can ask any questions, so I give my GPS the address. I check the map screen on my dash, and I have no doubt my mouth is hanging open as I put on my signal to turn into the exit lane.
“Jesus.” I mutter. “We need to make a stop.” I take the exit and turn left.
“What’s up? Where’s Knox?” Phoebe asks, looking up from the video she was watching on her phone.
I sigh. “That fucker landed his ass in jail.”
