He hops and skips to his bathroom, and I count, “Five, four, three, two, one,” and point when he says my name.

“Dad, come turn on the water.” I get up and walk over to Kallie first.

“Coming!” I yell down the hall. “You didn’t eat,” I tell Kallie, and she just shrugs.

“I thought I was going to throw up I was so nervous.” She looks at me, and I see the tears in her eyes. “He’s perfect.”

“Yeah,” I admit. “It’s why I know what I did was wrong, but why I can’t regret it. If I regret it, I regret him, and I can’t do that.” No matter how much I wanted to hate Savannah for doing what she did, I couldn’t hate her because of Ethan. It was a very tight line, and no matter how many times I wanted to hate her, I couldn’t do that to Ethan.

“You’re a good man,” she says. “I may sometimes want to kill you, but a good man none the same.”

I’m about to lean in and kiss her when Ethan yells my name again. “I’m naked, and things are shrinking, Dad!”

She rolls her lips. “I’m going to clean up.” She kisses my lips. “You make sure things don’t shrink.”

“I love you, Kallie,” I say, and she looks me in the eyes.

“I love you, too, Jacob.” She says the words quietly and then leans in to kiss me one more time before I go off and make sure my son is okay.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kallie

“I’m not staying,” I hiss at Jacob when he takes my purse, my phone, and my shoes away from me. “What if Ethan wakes up?”

“Then he will call my name,” he says.

We just had the best dinner ever. Sure, I had a mini freak-out and rushed to my mother’s house and had a panic attack on her couch while I made her get me bread crumbs and a fucking apple pie. I didn’t know if she had it or not. If she didn’t, she would just have had to make one and deliver it to me because there was no way I would have let Ethan not have apple pie.