No, he’s got his face pressed to Olivia’s belly, his hands cupped around his mouth as he makes these weird, deep, staticky breathing noises. “What the fuck are you doing, dude?” Jaxon finally asks. “Luke,” Carter speaks into Olivia’s stomach. Two more raspy noises. “I am your father.” “Holy fuck.” I scrub my tired eyes. “Not Darth Vader.”
