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Chapter Sixteen - Evie

I didn't anticipate how easy this would be. When Crew showed up on my proverbial doorstep, my heart melted like a wax candle. He's here. He wants to be here. It's obvious he has no idea of what he's doing, but to be honest half the time neither do I and I've got a little more experience than him at this point.

Crew hangs out all night. After eating a few bites of pizza and terrorizing the room... sorry to the people below us, there's a rambunctious little boy up here- he finally settles in. One of my favorite things about my son is that he still lets me rock him. There's no rocking chair here, but I quietly bounce us against the sofa and he drifts off to sleep on my shoulder.

When I lay him down on his playpen, I see Crew folding up his puke-stained shirt. "Are you leaving?" I whisper.

He looks down at the once-white shirt in his hands. "Yeah. I just figured you'd want to get some sleep," he says.

Earlier today, I asked him to keep his distance. I told him I needed space. Now though, it feels like everything's been flipped on its head. We've had such a good night that I want to fling myself in front of the door and force him to stay.

Trying to be casual, I say, "it's not that late yet. I usually stay up for a few more hours."

That's a fucking lie. I normally crash as soon as Penn falls asleep.

"We could watch a movie or something?" I pick up the remote and sink down on the couch, on the opposite wall of the playpen.

"Won't he wake up?" Crew glances over.

I shake my head. "Not if it's quiet. He sleeps pretty hard."

Sitting on the couch, watching a movie with my child's father, has me feeling like a teenager again. Actual butterflies are twirling around my stomach right now. I didn't know it was possible to still have them as an adult.

It's the wine, isn't it?

I keep glancing at him, hoping to catch a sign that he'd like to take things further. Fuck, why did I have three glasses tonight?

"Sorry," I say flirtatiously when my socked foot grazes his leg.

"No worries," he says casually, adding fuel to my disappointing fire.

I shift on the couch and bite down on my lip. After everything I've done to him, I can't be too upset that he isn't throwing himself on top of me. He probably doesn't even want this. At least not yet. I mean, I'm sure he will eventually, but tonight I'd even settle for just a simple kiss.