“How’s Jr been?" he asks me.
“Crying, crying, and more crying. It doesn’t stop. Are you sure you want to do this for the whole weekend?”
“Yeah, no problem. I don’t have any plans. And it’s the least I can do since it’s going to be your birthday weekend. Especially after my 16th birthday present from you,” he tells me, a mischievous smile and glint in his eyes.
“Okay, if you’re sure. Thanks,” I tell him, handing Colton Jr. over to him.
“I'm sure,” he answers, shortly. He stands in the doorway awkwardly, now holding the baby in his arms. After another moment of awkward silence, he finally breaks it. “Did you need help with the paper? I can stay and do it with you now if you need me to.”
“It’s pretty much already done,” I answer instantly, desperately wanting to put an end to this awkwardness. Something that had never been a thing between us before.