End Game
I haven’t asked about Bobby but haven’t been told he’s dead or in a coma yet, so that’s something.
“A little better,” Quinn tells her. “Still sick, but it’s worth it, right?”
“Oh, it is. And I feel like I should warn you. Both my babies were big. Archer was nine and a half pounds.”
Quinn makes a face and I laugh, wrapping my arm around her waist. She’s wearing a pale pink dress. It’s form-fitting, showing off the little baby bump she has going on. We go into the house, and I reintroduce my parents to Logan, Owen, and Weston. They’ve only met once or twice before.