Page 68 of Through the Storm

“Katy Cat.”

My grin softens. I lean in close, whispering, “I know. But you’re still the one putting the stroller together. You’re the one holding my hand.”

And just like that, Ben melts, muttering into my hair, “It’s kind of sweet, actually. You only went for knockoff versions of me.”

That makes me laugh until my stomach hurts.

Maybe Daddies Brigade

Katy

Thanks for all the gifts, gentlemen. Consider this my official gratitude text

Logan

Glad you liked the socks. You good?

Jason

Tell Ben the baby’s gonna look better in my jersey.

Ben

DELETE THIS CHAT, KATY.

Matt

Did the giraffe hold up? Be honest.

Katy

He’s perfect. Mutant, but perfect.

Ethan

The blanket is supposed to be organic. Whatever that means.

Logan

Keep us posted on your next appointment, okay? Just to know you’re doing okay.

Katy

You guys realize this is the weirdest support group in history, right?

Jason

Nah. It’s the coolest.

BEN

It takes Declan and me two hours to figure out the stroller and clean up the package disaster.

And that completely unhinged group chat explodes for another hour straight.

By then, I’m feeling weirdly possessive, so I drag Katy out to dinner.

“Want dessert?” I ask, even though I already know what she’s gonna say.