"What's up with the news I heard?" Aven was switching the channels on the TV, stopping for a beat too long on a football match between foreign teams.

"What news?" I cradled the miracle in my arms. Chris was a crybaby.

"That Hunter is settling here," he filled his mouth with yogurt. "For you?"

"For me?" I gasped very dramatically. He nodded.

"I concluded, since maybe he wants you back."

His face wasn't expressing any of the feelings he was supposed to say. He wasn't jealous or confused or at least angry.

He was cold. Stable.

"You do know that I'm not going back to him, right?" I asked, tilting my head to watch for any exposed feelings.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know."

What is wrong with him?

I slid one of my hands from under my baby and took his. "I love you," I whispered and kissed it twice.

"Same."

The fuck?