Wren
My heart drops to my stomach, and a tight smile stretches across my face.
“I will,” I reply.
“Go ahead then.” He crosses his arms, a brow lifted.
“After the baby shower—”
“Wren,” he scoffs. “I’m not stupid. Is there…” he hesitates. “Is there someone else?”
My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, pulse thumping. “God, no. There’s no one el—”
“I’ve noticed, you know? These past weeks…I see how you sneak off to answer some goddamn call, I see how guarded you’ve been around your phone—just…don’t lie to me, Wren. Not about this.”
I cup his face, whispering. “I promise, baby, I’m not talking to anyone else. There’s no one else.”
“Then why can’t you answer the phone?”
“I’ll answer it, but not now.”
He searches my eyes for a long beat, and slowly, realization dawns on him. “You
