“Then why does she still look broken?”
My hands curl into fists at my sides. “Because there are things going on between me and my wife that none of you know about.”
Ozzy doesn’t back down. “Then fix them.”
“You think I don’t want to?”
“I think you’re doing a damn good job of making her sad.”
I flinch, but he doesn’t stop. “She’s been part of this family for seven years, Penn. She shows up, and she loves all of us. She helps Skyler, Bree, Lindsey, Mom, Dad. She goes to all of Eli’s games. Hell, she probably knows more about what’s going on with everyone than we do.”
“I know that.”
“Then start acting like it,” Ozzy says. “Because every time I see her lately, she looks like she’s trying not to fall apart.”
I look toward the house, and even though I can’t see her from here, I know what he’s saying is true. “I messed up.”
Logan huffs. “That’s obvious.”
I shoot him a look, but he doesn’t care.
“What happened?” Miller asks.
I drag a hand through my hair. “She told me she was ovulating.”
Zach’s eyebrows lift, but he stays quiet.
“And I reacted badly,” I admit.
“How badly?” Guy asks.
I swallow, hating myself all over again. “Bad enough that she asked if I still wanted kids with her.”
No one says anything for a second.
Then Ozzy mutters, “Jesus, Penn.”
“I know.”
Logan shakes his head. “Do you?”
I turn on him. “Yeah, Logan. I do.”
“Then why?” Miller asks.
I hesitate, not knowing how to answer without telling him the truth.
I look down at the dirt floor of the barn. “I panicked.”
Ozzy’s voice is quieter when he asks, “About having kids?”
My throat tightens, and I don’t answer.
Logan takes a step closer. “Penn.”
“I said I can’t talk about it.”
“Bullshit,” Logan snaps. “You’re our brother.”
