I push his hair back from his face. “We managed to overcome changing timelines and jealous exes and a brain tumor. I’m pretty confident we’ll be able to handle parenting.” “I wouldn’t be so certain. She was doing shots, Quinn,” he says, tugging at his hair. “With guys in a band.” I’m getting a glimpse of a whole new side of my fiancé—Nick as a father. It’s going to be interesting.
