I’ll be okay.
We didn’t hear from either of her parents again after the banquet last night.
I heard from several teammates over text.
Total shit showandwe’ve got your backwere the basics.
Ziggy’s not going to be okay.
Not until we work this out with her family.
Her family isn’t like my family.
Her family loves her. I believe they want her to be happy. They just have a few hang-ups getting in the way.
“I’m going to talk to your parents as soon as the sun’s up,” I tell her.
“No.”
“Ziggy—”
“They hurtyou. They hurtme. They oweyouan apology. You don’t owe them anything. You don’t have to be the bigger person here.”
She’s not the only person who thinks so.
As soon as the sun rises, there’s a knock on my door.
It’s Silas.
He holds up a brown paper bag. “Ziggy like chocolate?”
“Is it chocolate-covered potatoes?”
He stares at me for half a second before he’s on his phone, texting Porter to grab chocolate-covered potatoes on his way.
“Don’t want company,” I tell him.
“Tough shit. You’re the kind who’s gonna try to say sorry for something you don’t need to be sorry for, so we’re all taking turns babysitting you.”
Ziggy’s so in support of the plan that the next thing I know, my pregnant girlfriend is cooking breakfast for half my team.
If they’re still my team.
If I’m not fired.
“Holy shit, no wonder you fell in love,” Tatum says after his first bite of eggs Benedict. “Can she date all of us?”
Crew smacks him in the head. “Don’t be an asshole at the captain’s house. He’s had a rough summer.”
Ziggy smiles down at her belly and rubs it gently.
Tater Tot must be kicking.
The guys are in and out all day.
Ziggy tears up approximately every fifteen minutes.
I hug her approximately every five minutes.
