Also I'm sending you with food. Non-negotiable.
Gabi
she's already got three coolers packed
i saw the cannoli
Mamma
A boy needs to eat!
Gavin reads over my shoulder, chin hooked on my head. His chest shakes with silent laughter.
"Three coolers?"
"She's been stress-cooking for two weeks." I rub my face. "I don't even know if we can bring food through customs."
"We'll figure it out." He presses a kiss to my temple. "Your family's kind of amazing, you know that?"
"They're insane."
"Same thing."
I type back a quick response.
Me
Housing confirmed. Gavin's program set us up in a place near my campus. Yes I will call when we land. Yes I will eat real food. No Papa, sports psychology is not made up. Love you all. Please stop texting I'm trying to pack.
Gabi
"trying to pack" sure Sebby
tell the mountain we said hi
and that i WILL fly to switzerland to kill him if he hurts you
that's not a threat it's a promise
Mamma
Gabriella!
Gabi
WHAT
i'm being supportive
I put my phone on silent and toss it aside.
"Gabi says hi," I tell Gavin. "And that she'll fly to Switzerland to kill you if you hurt me."
"That's fair." He doesn't look remotely concerned. "I'd expect nothing less."
"You're not scared of my family at all, are you?"
"Doc, I've survived your father asking me about my 'intentions' while holding a power drill." He shrugs. "Gabi's threats are almost affectionate by comparison."
