“Our slugger made them regret it,” Lucas says.
“Good,” Daisy says, smirking.
“My bloodthirsty mate,” Micah rumbles.
“I’ve heard Penny tell the story many times, and it’s different every time,” Saphira says.
“I don’t think I’ve heard the story yet,” Juliana says.
“We had a girls' night out,” Saylor says, talking with her hands.
“Except we had Ryker and Bash as chaperones,” Breeane adds.
“As if they did the job,” Lucas snorts.
“Marie and Harmony were there too,” Breeane says.
“Some human women made some comments.” Saylor glares. “Nasty words toward Breeane.”
“They didn’t react well.” Sally chuckles.
“You weren’t even at the table,” Saylor says.
“I have good hearing. I was dancing by when they said it,” she defends herself. “I knew you could handle it. I didn’t need to interfere.”
“You enjoyed watching,” Saylor says.
“It was quite the show.” Sally shakes her head, laughing harder. “Food flying everywhere. I saw the woman smack Breeane, and she punched her hard.” Her hands press against her stomach, and tears gather in her eyes. “You all had food inyour hair and dripping down your faces. It was brilliant.” Luca and Atlas watch her, grinning at her.
“Did you get in trouble?” I ask.
“Not with any authority,” Breeane mumbles, looking at her mates.
“The men were not pleased,” Saylor says.
“I was pleased as fuck,” Elijah drawls. “Saylor kicked ass, and I was so proud.” Saylor shares a grin with him, her eyes drifting to their son.
“It was hilarious. The men lined up outside in front of a line of their mates.” Sally gasps. “The food…” She motions down her face. “I’ll never forget it. I took a video. I still watch it when I need a laugh.”
“You said you deleted it,” Saylor growls.
“I lied.” Sally wiggles her eyebrows, tipping her drink toward her.
“Sally,” Breeane cries.
“You want to see it?” she asks, and Breeane tilts her head.
“Maybe later,” she mumbles.
“I definitely want to,” Saphira says quietly.
“Now we have to,” Daisy laughs.
I sit back, stuffed, as they continue to outline the events of that night. Elijah hasn’t eaten; his son has his sole attention. I leave my seat and move toward him. Laughter erupts behind me, but I focus on the baby.
“I can hold him,” I offer. “You haven’t eaten. If you don’t mind.”
Elijah smiles. “I don’t mind,” he says softly. He stands, and I move close. As he transfers his son to my arms, my heart beats hard.
