I pursed my lips. “Got it. But before you go, I have to point out that you were as stubborn as I was, Noah. We could’ve been together if you’d been open to anything but your own life plan. So you ruined me, too.”

“Yeah, right. Heard about your rich boyfriend.”

“And I heard about your event planner. So neither of us has been sitting around nursing a broken heart. Good for us.”

“You did exactly what you wanted to, Sadie.”

“And so did you, Noah!” I dropped my voice, remembering the baby. Noah glared at me, somehow still looking as hot as Jon Snow, even with a baby carrier on. Maybe because of the baby carrier.

“Hey! Sadie! How the hell are you, woman!”

It was Mickey Watkins, dressed in running gear.

“Hey,” I said, recalibrating fast. “I just met your son! Wow! Congratulations!”

“Right? He’s the cutest baby in the entire world, isn’t he? Hi, Marcus! It’s Mommy! Who shouldn’t be running with two breasts full of milk!” She put her hands over her boobs, ever without a filter, just like I remembered, and I grinned. “God, this hurts! The second I see him, I’m leaking like a bad radiator. Look at this.” She moved her hands, and yep, there were two big wet spots. She went to Noah and kissed her son’s little head, and Noah smiled.

“You two okay?” Mickey asked.

“We were just yelling at each other,” I said.

“We’re fine,” Noah said at the same time.

“Sorry about your dad,” Mickey said.

“Thanks. He’s doing okay.”

“Glad to hear it. Hey, you should come by sometime. I’ll let you sniff Marcus’s head. It’s good for the soul.”

“Mickey,” Noah muttered.

“What? Am I supposed to hate her because you loved her once? Get over yourself, straight boy.” She looked at me and winked. “Well, I can’t run with these milk jug boobs. Noah, where’s your car? I have to nurse this little guy or I’ll explode. Sadie, great seeing you. I mean it about coming over. Noah and I share custody. Three nights with him, three with me. Have you ever seen a breast pump? Clearly invented by a man. It’s a fucking torture device. Anyway, take care, hon! See you soon!”

Off they went, leaving me in a state of shock. After a minute or two, I started back toward home.

Noah had a child. With Mickey Watkins, one of the best people in our year, a funny, boisterous girl—woman now—who was always full of life and laughter. Good. Her genes would balance out the Prince of Gloom’s over there.

Noah was a father.

It was a lot to take in.

“Hey,” I said when I got to the house. Jules was there, eating lunch at the table with Mom. “Thanks for telling me Noah and Mickey Watkins had a baby together.”