Can we?My dragon was desperate to fly after inhaling smoke.
Not now.
“Don’t give our beasts any ideas.”
FIFTEEN
PERCY
“They're doing what?”
My mate held up his phone, and I read the text three times because my brain refused to accept it.
Station 12 is throwing you a baby shower Saturday at the firehouse. Do NOT try to get out of it. It was from Colin.
“That's sweet.” I reached for my phone which was dinging. “But we have a problem.”
Baby shower for you and the lieutenant. Saturday at the station. Don't argue. That was a Briggs text.
“Two baby showers,” Larkin said.
“On the same day.”
“At competing fire stations.”
My dragon was amused, so that made one of us.
The crews’ simmering anger had expired during the weeks after the cup final, and Hallie had asked about my registry. I didn't know what a registry was until Larkin explained, and I panicked because there were seven thousand things a baby apparently needed.
I’d told him if he showed me a spreadsheet, I was moving back to my apartment, but we’d agreed to figure it out together,which involved my mate researching while I ate crackers and complained about heartburn.
But now we had a bigger problem.
“We can't go to both,” I told him.
“We can't skip either.”
I rubbed my belly. “What if we suggest combining them?”
Larkin's face did the thing where I could almost see his brain calculating how that was possible. “That could go well or badly.”
I shrugged. “A normal Saturday for us.”
He texted Colin, and I messaged Briggs.
Colin’s response wasWe’ll consider it if Station 9 provides the venue.
And Briggs textedOnly if Station 12 does the food.
By Thursday they agreed on a joint shower at The Sidedoor, the bar between both towns.
I'd invited my parents, and they’d be there, though my father wanted to know if there was a dress code. There wasn’t because it was a bar.
Larkin's parents were driving here from upstate, and my mate had cleaned the apartment twice, which was hilarious because it was always spotless.
“They’re not going to inspect the baseboards.” I kissed his cheek.
He made a face. “You don't know them.”
