That Baby: A Small Town, Friends-to-Lovers Romance (That Boy Series Book 3)

YOU KICKED!

YOU KICKED!

YOU KICKED!

(Thank you!)

I’m able to feel you kick now. Not all the time, but once in a while. At least every day since the first one I felt. It’s weird. But very, very cool.

You are now the size of my palm, and you are practicing sucking and swallowing, which will be super important soon!

It’s been a rough week, if I’m being honest. My best friend and I aren’t talking.

And it hurts.

Last week was also the five-year anniversary of my parents’ deaths. I mentioned earlier that you have grandparents in heaven. They died in a car accident when I was a senior in high school.

It’s weird how certain memories are ingrained in your mind. To this day, I can close my eyes and smell the popcorn in the hospital waiting room.

I really don’t love hospitals, to be honest.

But I went twice for Lori. Once when they thought she was having a miscarriage and again when she was in labor.

And I’m going for you.

I hope that my experience in having you turns my view of hospitals around. That I’ll start thinking of them as a place where miracles happen. Where babies are born. Where people get better.

You know, sometimes, people you think were your friends turn out not to be as good of friends as you thought they were. But, when you find ones who are true, cherish them.

And here’s a life lesson for you: If you screw up—and you will—own up to it. Tell the people you care about that you made a mistake and apologize.

Because making excuses for your bad behavior is not okay. And it devalues your friendship.

So, even though Danny has forgiven Lori, I just can’t. I could if she apologized. But she hasn’t. Instead, I just hear excuses. She was stupid. It was her hormones. She was dumb.

And, even though I’m being nice and saying it’s okay, it’s not okay.

And neither am I.