Page 38 of Theodore

“I’m just so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Theo. It’s a child. A life.”

“Withher,” he said bitterly, pushing his dark curls back. I kissed him, and our eyes met.

“She’s the Mom. We can’t change that now. Let’s just try to see the positives.”

Theo arched a brow at me, and I tried to force a smile.

“I’m going to see Nikolas soon. He should be home today.”

He beamed and brushed his lips against mine.

“So, do we have time to...”

I swatted his arm as his hands cupped my ass, squeezing it as dotted kisses along my neck.

“Seriously? How can you think about sex when you’ve just seen what it can do?!” I laughed as he pretended to think about it.

“It wouldn’t be so bad with you.”

“Shut up, Theodore. No kids for me.”

He stared down at the floor, his hands dropping to his sides.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—” I breathed as he shook his head.

“It’s fine. Let’s see your bro.”

He swung his arm around me as we walked towards his car, the unease between us clear.

This was going to cause more problems between us than I had initially expected. I tried to focus on Nikolas coming home today and how grateful I was that he would make a full recovery. Now Ryan knew about Theo; it was time for the rest of the family to find out.

That’s assuming they didn’t already know.

An awkward silence filled the car as we rode to the city, and I shifted uncomfortably.

I studied Theo, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh. I laced my fingers through his as he turned to glance at me, his eyes softening.

“I reallyamsorry. I wish I hadn’t slept with Lissa. That’s the last time I get drunk after a game.”

Wait, the game?

I leaned forward, fumbling in my bag for my phone. Suddenly my heart was racing, my brain in overdrive.

Theo frowned at me as I pulled the calendar up, swiping back through the months.

“You met her at the after-party, right?” I said, dating back several weeks.

“Yeah, she knows Troy. He—”

“The game. Who was playing?” I interrupted as he frowned.

“Sundown versus Chariot. Why?”

I quickly went online, searching for the dates on the college websites.

“Theo. They played twelve weeks ago.”