“I didn’t realize?—”
“Remember, she has polycystic ovary syndrome, so it makes her irregular, along with other symptoms,” her mother cut in. “But three months, Blue? How didn’t you notice you hadn’t been bleeding at all?”
Sawyer looked a little pale now, and Blue was sure he was humming to himself to block out the words.
“Does the father know?” her father asked.
“Yes, he does.”
“And he lives in New York?”
And here came the hard part. “He’s a Lyntack, actually.”
Birdie frowned. “But you were in New York four months ago.”
“I know, and so was he. It just happened one night, and we were clearly careless?—”
“Which happens when making love, Blue Jay,” her mother said.
“You’re never careless. Why didn’t you use protection?” her father asked.
Sawyer made a noise as if clearing his throat. Not used to the open ways of the McAllisters yet, he struggled with how theydiscussed things like sex and a woman ovulating in the same breath as “Pass the coconut milk.”
“It happened, and we can’t change that,” Blue said, squeezing her sister’s hand harder.
“Who is he?” Finch asked.
“No need for that tone,” Sawyer said, entering the conversation for the first time. “They both had a hand in this.”
“Why are you protecting a man you don’t even…” Finch’s words fell away as his eyes went from Sawyer to Blue. “Unless you know him?”
“Jay Haddon is the father. I didn’t want to tell you, but he insisted,” Blue rushed to say.
“Jay is one of my family and one of the most honorable men I know,” Sawyer declared, his eyes still on Finch. “I’ll challenge anyone who says differently.”
Finch got out of his chair.
“You will both remember that Sadie is sitting at your feet,” Birdie warned, releasing Blue with a last squeeze of her fingers. “Behave.”
“And you were so ready to forgive your best friend for sleeping with your sister, weren’t you?” Finch hissed. “Not pregnant like mine, she just slept with the man who is now her life partner.”
“Awww, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard him say life partner,” Meadow said, not at all concerned with what was going on in her kitchen.
“I was wrong,” Sawyer gritted out.
“You should have recorded him saying he was wrong because even I know that’s rare,” Blue said to Birdie.
“He’s changed, and he’s a big softie, really,” she said, moving to her husband’s side and slipping her arm around his waist. “Stop glaring at your brother-in-law,” she said to both herhusband and brother. “It’s done. Now we support Jay and Blue in whatever capacity they need us to.”
“Hello, the most important sibling is home!”
“And that’s all I need,” Blue muttered as her other brother, Lynx, walked into the room looking every inch what he was: a rock star.
She’d come home for some quiet, and now she had both her brothers to contend with, along with her parents, all living in the same household. Blue could feel the walls closing in on her.
If only the cottage wasn’t undergoing a complete renovation, she would be sleeping there.
Lynx and Finch were almost identical except for the eye color. Finch’s were brown and Lynx’s blue. But they both had dirty-blond hair that tended to curl, which gave Lynx a scruffy look and was why his brother cut his short.
