But Teddy adores him.
And I…
Well, I’m trying not to.
One night of weakness turns into something I can’t ignore—especially when two pink lines show up on a test.
Dusty keeps showing up—at Teddy’s baseball games, during my coffee breaks, fixing my porch like he belongs here.
He looks at me like I’m more than a mistake. Like maybe he’s already fallen.
And just when I start to believe in us… the Dodgers come calling.
Now he’s got a chance to go back to the big leagues.
And I’ve got a growing belly and no idea what happens if he walks away.
If he leaves again, it won’t just break my heart.
It’ll break my son’s.