Page 43 of Nave
Kit turned in a circle, sucked in a deep breath, and nodded. “Yeah, I think I do.”
“What about when you settle down? Have kids?”
“Well, you can’t get much more settled than we are here,” she said, going over to the chickens, opening the door, and throwing the lettuce in. “But, I mean, yeah. This is home. We might need to add onto our houses over the years, but I don’t plan on leaving. I can’t think of a better place to raise my babies.”
I couldn’t seem to stop my hand from slipping to my stomach. Which was fine in private when I was picturing the future and how my body was going to be changing. But in front of others, it gave my situation away. Whether I meant to or not.
Kit’s gaze followed, then flicked back up.
“Does Nave know?”
My hand dropped. “Yes.”
To that, Kit’s brows pinched. “But then why are you here?”
“What?”
“If he knows, why are you living in the motorhome? Do I need to go take a visit to my Uncle Laz about it?”
“Your Uncle Laz?”
“Nave’s dad.”
“Why would you need to talk to Nave’s dad?”
“So he can knock some sense into his son.”
Oh.
Oooh.
“No, no. You misunderstand. It’s not Nave’s baby.”
“You sure?”
“Trust me, I wish it could be Nave’s. It’s… someone else’s. I just had nowhere to go, and Nave once offered to help me get away from my ex. I finally managed to call in that favor.”
“So the ex…” Kit gestured toward my stomach.
“Yes.”
“Must be a real shithead if you’re willing to do this whole thing alone.” She paused. “Well, no. You’re not alone. You have me and Ariah,” she said, wrapping an arm around my waist as we started to walk back toward the houses. “And, of course, Nave.”
“I don’t think I, you know,haveNave. I don’t think I’ll be seeing him much anymore.”
As much as my heart ached at that reality.
“You sure about that?”
Kit nodded her chin.
When I followed her gaze, I saw Nave slamming the door of a black SUV, revealing the bags in his hands.
“Oh, hey,” he called as we drew closer.
“Were your ears ringing?” Kit asked.
“What were you saying about me?”
