"Can you blame her?"
"I suppose not."
She leaned forward as much as she could which wasn't very much. "Listen to me. You go to her. You apologize in a genuine, contrite manner. Do not smile. Do not smirk. Do not look below her nose. Don't even move a muscle. You stand there and take it like a man. Whatever she has to say to you, you do not fire back. And if she asks you a direct question, I swear to the gods, Lucas, you better answer her like an ancient immortal and not like an immature frat boy. And if she asks you a rhetorical question, you had better not answer. Nothing but trouble will come from that. Do you hear me?"
I nodded.
"But are you listening to me? Really listening?"
I sighed but nodded again.
"Good. Now get out of here and go to her."
"She isn't home."
Marissa snorted. "I still want you to leave."
"You need groceries. I'll swing by the store and drop them back here."
"No. I'm fine for now. I don't want to see you back here until you've managed to give Grace a proper apology. I'll be scouring the mom boards for news."
I stood. "You aren't even a mom yet. Don't you feel like a fraud?"
"You're the one asking me that question?" She shoved me toward the door. "Don't come back here until you have a new girlfriend."
I stuck my tongue out at her as she opened the door.
"Nice. That's what a mature immortal does."
I stepped out onto the porch and was about to retort, but the door shut in my face.
"Pregnancy is making you very volatile, Marissa!"
If I had x-ray vision, I bet she was giving me the middle finger through her door.
