Page 133 of Ink Me Three Times
I nod. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s go.”
Timothy squeezes my hand once, then stands and offers his other to me. I take it, and we walk back to the lot together, Pickletrotting behind us, the fog slowly thinning as the sun starts to rise.
The world doesn’t stop. The birds keep crying overhead. But something in me shifts.
I’m not ready. Not really.
But it’s time.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Mitchell
It’s been a day.
A long ass week to be honest.
So I’m not expecting to see anyone when I walk out of the back with coffee in one hand and a half-finished sketchbook tucked under my arm.
“Oh, Tim…”
But it isn’t the sight of him that makes me jump.
It’s the woman beside him.
Ivy.
My heart kicks before my brain even catches up.
She looks like hell.
Hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t sleep, sweatshirt sleeves pulled down over her hands as armor. She’s not making eye contact. Not smiling. She doesn’t have to say a word. I know something’s wrong.
Timothy sees me and gives me a look. One of thosebrace yourselfones.
So yeah. Definitely not just a social call.
Ivy steps forward, slow. Careful.
Like she’s walking into something dangerous.
Her voice is quiet when it comes. Almost a whisper.
But every syllable slices straight through me.
“I’m pregnant.”
My blood goes cold.
She keeps going, ripping the band aid off as fast as she can.
“It’s triplets. And I don’t know who the father is out of you, Freddie, and Tim.”
The words don’t register at first.
Then they do.
And the room spins.
