“What?” I ask.
“The guy’s Audi was parked next to ours in the garage,” Rhett says, voice calm. “Ivy didn’t even notice it.”
“I’m so sorry.” She looks genuinely horrified, cheeks flushing. “I was distracted. I—fuck. I didn’t even see another car.”
“It’s all good,” Rhett says quickly. “The guy didn’t seem mad, just wanted details for the company. We’ll handle it.”
“He seemed… uptight,” Ivy mutters.
I snort. “I think he might be.”
“I’ll call the building office,” Ivy says, clearly still stressed. “Maybe I can pay for it.”
Rhett waves her off. “We’ve got it.”
She nods, eyes still on Chloe, who’s now falling asleep against my shoulder, head tucked into the crook of my neck.
“I feel awful,” Ivy says again.
Rhett walks over, rests a hand on her lower back. “It was an accident.”
“I’ll do something to make up for it.”
“You’re literally saving our asses right now,” I remind her. “With this one.”
She lets out a breath and brushes her fingers lightly down Chloe’s curls. “You should’ve called me earlier.”
“She was already asleep,” I say. “We didn’t want to bother you.”
Rhett eyes me, then says to Ivy, “Maybe I’ll skip practice today. Stay with her, just to make sure she’s okay.”
Ivy tilts her head, studying him. “You really don’t have to.”
“I want to help.”
“I get that. But don’t forget, this isn’t just on you.” She reaches up and cups his jaw gently, thumb brushing across his stubble. “Are you okay?”
He hesitates. “Honestly? I’m a little bit in shock.”
Her eyes soften. “That’s fair.”
She presses a kiss to his cheek, lingering there for a beat before stepping back. “You’re doing great.”
He gives her a small nod, like the words anchor him.
I sit down on the edge of the couch, shifting Chloe gently in my arms. “We’ll figure out a plan tonight. For now, it’s just one day.”
“Exactly,” Ivy says. “Let’s just focus on what we can control.”
Rhett raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Well…” She folds her arms. “For starters, let’s talk about diapers.”
I groan.
“If you guys are going to take care of her, you need to know what’s going on under those footies,” she says.
I mutter something that sounds like a prayer.
