“I will.” He smiles, his shoulders relaxed. The tension he’s been carrying around his eyes for the last couple weeks seems less present. I’ve been worried about him, not because of his case, but because the district attorney’s office has been under media scrutiny and suffering from internal turmoil since the truth about Jamie and Billy came out, including the news that she is pregnant with his child. Billy attempted to kill the story, but without Dayton to use as a scapegoat, that didn’t happen, and now people are demanding that Billy step down from his role as district attorney. I can’t even pretend that I feel sorry for him, the only people in that situation who have my empathy are his wife or soon-to-be ex-wife since Shelly has filed for divorce, Jamie, and her unborn child.

“Has Billy said anything about stepping down?” I ask as we step off the elevator hand in hand.

“Not to me or anyone else in the office. I think that with Jamie no longer around to make things awkward or to remind people of what he did, he thinks that everyone will eventually forget, and it will all blow over.”

“Jerk.”

“Yeah.” I hear the smile in his voice.

“Hopefully, Jamie is going to be okay.”

“I think she’ll land on her feet. She mentioned moving back home to her parents in Florida so that they can help her with the baby. And I told her that I’d be a reference for whatever jobs she applied to.”

“That will be good, even though I hate that it lets Billy off the hook. If she’s not here he doesn’t exactly have to be responsible.”

“I think that it’s wiser that he doesn’t have any real involvement with the baby. The guy is a selfish prick.”

“I guess you’re right,” I mutter my agreement as we step out of the building together.

“Should we pick up a cake and take it to your parents?”

“A cake?” I laugh.

“We can get one of the grocery stores to write it’s a boy on one and surprise them with it.”

“Mom isn’t going to let Dad eat cake.”

“She might make an exception for this occasion.”

“Alright, but I’m going to tell her that this was your idea if she freaks about having high fructose corn syrup in the house.”

“I’ll take the blame.” He laughs as we walk down the sidewalk.

Since we drove separately, he follows me to my car, and we make a plan to meet back at our building where I can drop off my car and grab PJ before we go to the grocery store to pick up a cake.