"But—"
“Sage, let me tell you something right now…” Claire grits out through a contraction."When I'm done pushing out this baby, you're going to fix this.That's an order."
"You can't order me around while in labor."
"I absolutely can.It's in the sister handbook."She grabs my hand again."Promise me, Sage.Promise you'll try."
I look around the room—at my family, at this ridiculous suite that Luke arranged because he wanted them comfortable.
At the little goat that means he was thinking of me every step of the way.
"I promise," I whisper.
"Good," Claire says."Now someone get me an epidural before I change my mind about everything."
As the medical team rushes in and our family settles into the various luxury accommodations Luke arranged, I clutch the little goat and let myself hope for the first time in weeks.
Maybe broken foundations can be repaired.
Maybe trust can be rebuilt.
Maybe a man who books entire hospital floors for your family before you've even properly dated is worth fighting for.
Definitely worth fighting for.
I just have to figure out how.
26
TURKEY DAY DELIVERY
LUKE
It's 11:47 PM on Thanksgiving night, and I'm sitting in my Tesla outside a goat yoga instructor's apartment building in Bellevue, questioning every life decision that led me to this moment.
The November rain has escalated from drizzle to deluge, and somewhere in this building is a goat I need to steal.
No, not steal.Borrow.Acquire.
Temporarily relocate for romantic purposes.
"This is insane," I tell my reflection in the rearview mirror.
My reflection doesn't argue.
My phone buzzes.
Daniella.
Status update?Also, why does your credit card show a charge for 'Goat Supplies Plus'?
ME:Don't ask questions you don't want answered.
DANIELLA:Too late.I'm invested now.Did you get the goat?
ME:About to acquire the goat.
DANIELLA:Please don't use corporate speak for goat theft.
