I hated final exams more than anything, especially at university. They were way harder than final exams at high school, but that was life, I guess.

Grayson and I were counting down the weeks until Ryder's due and right now, on the last day of final exams, there were six weeks and two days left. Of course, he might not be born on the due date/ He could be born early, or late.

"Good luck on your exam," Grayson told me. He just finished his last one and decided to walk me to the lecture hall where my last one was. "I should be here by the time you finish."...