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The phrasing of what Reyes said put Bridget up in arms immediately. She would have offered the same, but there were a thousand better ways to say it than that. How could he? How fucking stupid did he have to be to open with that, getting that kind of news? 'Do you want them' or even 'What should we do about it' at least. Holy shit.

She barely listened when Teya talked about the pup and about Maia and the rest of them. She was too stuck on the way she delivered the news and the way that Teya was acting. This wasn't at all what she had expected to find when she came home.

I don't care about them right now. I care about you. Bridget said, gently steering the conversation away from that. You aren't fine. You aren't even 'okay', and don't try to lie about it, because I know better than that. We don't have to talk about it, but you're the one I'm worried about.

She couldn't force Teya to feel better or to talk about what was bothering her, especially if there were no words for it. Was it post-birth depression? Was it Reyes? Or maybe it was some combination of the two. She'd heard of these things and sometimes, time was the only fix. Bridget really hoped that wasn't the case, though. Teya deserved more than that.