When a flash of guilt passes through Dean’s eyes, I know he’s thinking about how he got piss-drunk in his room instead of attending the memorial service for one of his best friends.
Logan turns back to me. “So it’s serious with you two?”
Laughter sputters out. “We’re having a baby. Of course it’s serious.”
Or at least I’m planning for it to be. Sabrina still needs time, though. Time to fully get a handle on this pregnancy stuff. Time to lower her guard and realize she can trust me. Time to lower that guard even more and realize that she loves me. Because I know she does. She’s just too scared to admit or acknowledge it, to me and to herself.
“Why didn’t she get an abortion?”
Dean’s question elicits a gasp from Allie, frowns from the guys, and an angry scowl from me.
“Because we decided to keep it,” I say harshly.
Everyone flinches. I’m pretty sure they’ve never heard me snap at anyone before. Usually I don’t, but Dean is treading dangerously close to I’m-going-to-beat-him-senseless territory. I get that he doesn’t like Sabrina, but he will damn well show her respect, even when she’s not in the room.
“Hey. Let’s relax, okay?” Garrett proves why he’s our team captain by speaking in a calm, pacifying voice.
Though, I realize, he’s not Dean’s captain anymore, because Dean got kicked off the team back in January. I think failing that drug test was one of the catalysts for his dragging himself back to the land of the sober. That, and Allie.
“This is Tuck’s life,” Garrett goes on. “We have no right to judge his decisions. If this is what he wants, then we’re going to support him. Right?”
After a beat, Logan nods. “Right.”
Dean’s jaw tightens. “This is going to ruin your life, man.”
It’s getting harder and harder to control the anger simmering in my gut. “Well, it’s my life to ruin,” I say coldly. “You don’t get a say in it.”
“What about Harvard?” he pushes. “Is she still gonna go?”
“Yes.”
He shakes his head. “Does she get how time-consuming law school is?”
“Of course.”
Another shake of his head. “So she’s dumping all the responsibilities on you?”
I instantly come to Sabrina’s defense. “No, we’re sharing the responsibilities.”
More head-shaking.
Swear to God, if he doesn’t stop doing that, I’m going to rip his blond head right off his neck.
“Dean,” Allie warns.
“I’m sorry, but I think this is crazy,” he announces. “That girl is colder than ice. She’s judgmental. She’s—”
“The mother of my child,” I growl.
Dean growls back. “Fine, whatever. Go ahead and destroy your life. What do I care?”
My mouth falls open as he marches out of the kitchen. Seriously?
There’s a long silence, and then Allie gets up too. “I’ll go talk to him,” she says with a sigh. “Ignore him, Tuck. He’s just being a dickhead.”
I don’t answer. I’m too pissed to talk.
“For what it’s worth, you have my support. I think you’re going to make a great dad.” Her hand rests lightly on my shoulder before she heads to the door.
Once she’s gone, I stare at my remaining friends. “You meant what you said? I have your support on this?”
They both nod. Logan’s lips are twitching, though, as if he’s trying not to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I ask warily.
“Dude. Do you even realize all the gross things coming your way?”
I blink in confusion.
“Go look up childbirth videos on YouTube,” he advises. “We had to watch some for the women’s studies class I took freshman year. They’re goddamn horrifying.” Logan shudders. “Did you know that eighty percent of chicks shit on the table?”
Garrett snorts. “You’re totally making up that stat.”
“Okay, maybe not eighty percent. But it fucking happens, and it’s gross. Oh, and the placenta? A huge bloody sac that just drops on the floor after the kid pops out? After you see that, I guarantee you’ll never want to stick your dick in there again.”
“I suddenly feel really sorry for Grace,” Garrett remarks.
“I’m going to push for a scheduled C-section,” Logan says haughtily, but the twinkle in his eye tells me he’s only kidding. You can always count on Logan to lighten the mood.