Chapter Seventeen
KATIE
“Did you brush your teeth?” I ask Owen. He’s been up and ready to go for over thirty minutes. Typically, he’s dragging a*s in the mornings, but not today. I’m happy he’s amped to hang out with Noah, but I’m a little nervous about it. Noah’s not exactly experienced with kids, but I anticipate they’ll be fine.
As soon as I enter the living room, Owen bounces off the couch and grabs his backpack. Last night, he stuffed it full of DVDs and board games. He even has his basketball waiting by the door.
“I’m ready!”
I laugh at his tone as we go to the car. On the way to Noah’s, Owen talks nonstop about the plans he’s made today, and I’m an anxious wreck about it, especially when it comes to Owen bringing up his dad. I trust Noah, but this is new territory for me. Owen’
