Blake's POV
"Now that we talked to my parents last night, do you feel a little bit better?" Noah asks squeezing my hand as he parks his old truck in the parking lot at the beach.
"A little. It's nice to have an idea of what to expect. But knowing we might only have... what three more months to get ready for a baby scares me more. I'll feel better when I talk to my dad." I explain as we get out of the car.
"Me too." Noah nods walking around the truck to me. "I want to be prepared for everything."
We walk in the sand to the water. "Ok. You're going to summon your dad to us right?" Noah says.
"I was just going to swim to him." I shrug.
"I'm not letting you swim by yourself thru the ocean. That makes me nervous as is. But I'm definitely not letting you do it wh
