Point of Retreat

go," Eddie says. She turns to Gavin. "Can we go? Aren't you off Thursday? I want to watch Will and Layken make up."
     
    "Yeah, we can go. But how are we all getting there if she doesn't know you're going, Will? We can't all fit in Layken's car. I really don't need to be driving all the way to Detroit in mine after all the deliveries I've been making."
     
    "You can ride with me,” I say. “Eddie can tell Lake you're working or something. Everyone else can ride with Lake."
     
    Everyone seems to agree on the plans. The fact that they all seem determined to help me win her back gives me a sense of hope. If everyone in this room can see how much we need to be together, surely Lake will see it, too.
     
    I grab another plate and throw three slices of pizza on it, then take it to the kitchen. I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one is paying attention. I reach into the cabinet and pull out a star and set it under one of the slices of pizza before I wrap it.
     
    "Eddie, will you take this to Lake? Make sure she eats something?"
     
    Eddie grabs the plate and smiles at me, then walks out the front door.
     
    "Kids, clean the table. Put the pizza back in the fridge," I say. Gavin and I walk to the living room and sit on the couch.
     
    He lays on the couch and rests his head on the arm of it. He pinches his forehead with his hand and closes his eyes.
     
    "Headache?" I say.
     
    He shakes his head. "Stress."
     
    "You guys decide on anything yet?"
     
    He's quiet for a moment. He inhales a slow, deep breath and exhales even slower. "I told her I was nervous about going through with it the other night. Told her I think we needed to weigh our options. She got really upset," he says. He sits back up on the couch and puts his elbows on his knees. "She accused me of thinking she would make a bad mom. That's not what I think at all, Will. I think she would make a great mom. I just think she would make an even better mom if we waited until we were ready. Now she's pissed at me. We haven't talked about it since. We're both just pretending like it's not happening or something. It's weird."
     
    "So you're both carving pumpkins?" I say.
     
    Gavin looks at me. "I still don't get that analogy."
     
    I guess he wouldn't. I wish I had better advice for him.
     
    Kiersten walks into the living room and sits down next to Gavin. "Know what I think?" she says.
     
    Gavin looks at her, agitated. "You don't even know what we're talking about, Kiersten. Go play with your toys."
     
    She glares at him. "I'm going to let that insult slide because I know you're in a bad mood. But for future reference, I don't play ." She stares at him to make sure he doesn't have a response, then she continues talking. "Anyway, I think you should quit feeling sorry for yourself. You're acting like a little bitch. You aren't even the one pregnant, Gavin. How do you think Eddie feels? I'm sorry, but as much as the guy likes to think he's got an equal part in these kinds of situations, he's wrong. You screwed up when you got her knocked up in the first place. Now you need to shut your mouth and be there for her. For whatever she decides to do." She stands up and walks to the front door. "And Gavin? Sometimes things happen in life that you didn't plan for. All you can do now is suck it up and start mapping out a new plan."
     
    She shuts the door behind her, leaving Gavin and I speechless.
     
    "Did you tell her Eddie was pregnant?" I finally ask.
     
    He shakes his head, still staring at the door. "No," he says. He continues to stare at the door in deep thought.
     
    "Dammit!" he yells. "I'm such an idiot! I'm a selfish idiot!" He jumps up from the couch and puts on his jacket. "I'll call you Thursday, Will. I've got to go figure out how to make this right."
     
    "Good luck," I say. As soon as Gavin opens the front door to walk out, Reece walks in.
     
    "Hi-Reece-Bye-Reece," Gavin says as he passes Reece. Reece turns around and watches Gavin run across the street.
     
    "You've got strange friends," he says.
     
    I don't argue. "There's pizza in the fridge if you want some."
     
    "Nah. I'm just here to grab some clothes. I already ate," he says as he walks down the hallway.
     
    It's Tuesday. I'm pretty sure he and Vaughn went out for the first time yesterday. Not that it bothers me in the least, but things seem to be progressing a little fast with the two of them. Reece walks back through the living room toward the front door. "You work things out with