Page 138 of Against The Rules

I wrinkle my nose. “The thing is, she might be mad at me today.”

“He got her fired from the cheerleading team,” Jacob supplies.

I glare at him. “I put her on my insurance because… she needs to go to the doctor and I wanted her to be taken care of.”

My mom dissolves into tears. “It’s so romantic,” she sobs.

I can’t help laughing a little. “Mom, pull it together, woman.”

“Don’t talk to your mother like that,” my dad says, hugging her with one arm. “Pull it together, Robin,” he tells her.

Jacob snorts. “Why don’t we head home, and we’ll let Savannah and Tyler work it out.”

“I want to hug my new daughter,” my mom cries.

I glance between my dad and Jacob, who seem equally perplexed.

“I’m just so happy. I never thought you would marry anyone, especially not someone as amazing as she is.”

“Uh,” I say, because that’s less than complimentary. “I’m as surprised as you are.”

“You’re amazing too,” my mom tells me. “Oh, I’m just so happy.” She hugs me hard, and when she pulls away, there’s eyeblack smeared on her Beavers sweater. “Please tell me you’re going to start working on my grandbabies.”

“Uh—”

“Ty needs to shower before he makes any babies,” Jacob says, pushing me behind him.

Saved by the brother.

I shake my head, laughing as I jog to shower. Only one thing could make this day better, and that’s seeing Savannah.

So that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

CHAPTER 62

SAVANNAH

I feel better after a shower. Not great, but better. What is it about clean hair that makes the world seem alright? No idea, but I’m not going to argue.

I’m so full that my stomach aches, but for once this year, I don’t care. I don’t care.

My phone’s not working after I lobbed it this morning. Apparently the chair wasn’t as soft a surface as I originally thought. That, or I need to take up baseball.

Or, more likely, my ancient phone’s simply seen better days.

I’m ignoring the outside world, though, and I have almost everyone I need in my tiny rental with me. Save for one person.

When he walks through the door, I’m not entirely surprised.

But I am surprised how happy I am to see him.

“Peaches,” he says, sprinting for where I stand in my doorway. My mom and Presley stare at each other for a second, then disappear into her room.

Tyler picks me up and spins me around. “I’m so sorry, Savannah. I came right over.”

“Aren’t your parents here?”

“Yeah, they are. You didn’t answer my phone calls.”

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