“I have to eat healthy.” She put her hand on her stomach and looked down at it, her face solemn and her voice soft. “Squish counts on me.” Fuckin’ hell, damn, shit. The wind was knocked from my lungs, my chest tightened, and my gut twisted like I’d gone four rounds with a kicking donkey. I bottled all that shit up and focused on what was important. Finding Mac and Squish something healthy to go with our greasy pizza.
