Everything for You (Bergman Brothers #5)(23)

“Sit your ass down, Carrot Man,” Axel tells him. “Leave him alone. He’s exhausted.”

Viggo pouts. “But it would be so good—”

“Viggo.” Axel arches an eyebrow. “Sleep-deprived parents of newborns are off-limits.”

“You joining the ranks?” I ask, half teasing, half curious.

Axel throws me a sharp glance. “I can barely stand to share Rooney with the dog, let alone a baby. Give me some time.”

“No one’s fun anymore,” Viggo grumbles, throwing a sour glance at Axel, then drawing a mass-market paperback historical romance from his back pocket when he glances my way and I don’t back him up. I’m too busy staring down at Theo, his perfect, tiny face scrunched in a thoughtful frown. Or maybe he’s about to unload in his diaper.

Either way, he looks adorably grumpy.

Which reminds me of another grump, though one who is far less adorable. More like aggravating. And there goes my mood, in a nosedive.

“Stop scowling at the baby,” Ren says around a bite of roll as he joins the table. After dusting crumbs off his hands, he reaches toward me. “C’mon. I want a turn.”

“Fine,” I sigh, letting him take Theo.

Viggo drops his book long enough to glance over at Ren, who’s the biggest baby-lover ever.

Ren strokes a finger along Theo’s cheek and sighs wistfully. “He’s so tiny.”

“Something I think Freya is very grateful for,” Viggo quips, eyes back on his book.

Ryder shows up next, carrying his stainless-steel water canteen and a plate piled high with food. He plops next to Ren and peers down at Theo, smiling.

I glance around. And realize my fears have been confirmed.

“Viggo Frederik Bergman.”

Viggo doesn’t look up from his book. “Present and accounted for.”

“You sent the bat signal, you asshole.”

Ren gasps and cups a hand around Theo’s ear. “A child is present. Watch your language.”

I glower at Viggo. “I told you I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Huh?” Ryder says, pointing to his ear. Since his freshman year of college, when he came down with bacterial meningitis, he’s had severe and moderate hearing loss in his left and right ears, respectively. While his hearing aids allow him to hear much more, and we’ve learned as a family how to communicate considerately and effectively with him, it’s still not uncommon for Ryder to ask us to repeat ourselves.

I tell him, “I was saying, I told Viggo I don’t want to talk about it.”

Ryder leans in, looking confused. “Talk about what?”

“About my pain-in-the-ass teammate and neighbor, Gavin—oh shit!” God, I’m so gullible. Groaning, I slump down in my seat and scrub my face.

“Ollie.” Ryder clucks his tongue. “Sorry, my brother. You walked right into that.”

Viggo beams at him. “I bow down to your greatness.”

“You’re such dicks,” I mutter inside my hands.

“Actually,” Ren says diplomatically, “they’re just being resourceful. We don’t have much time before we all go our separate ways, and you’re clearly in need of—"

I groan as they say in unison, “A Bergman Brothers Summit.”





The backyard is silent but for a few birds chirping up in the lemon tree and Aiden’s rhythmic snores.

I just told them what happened on the field with Gavin, the gist of our confrontation in the locker room, and the details of what Coach said in her office. I left out the part where our mouths were millimeters away in the locker room and later on, in his kitchen, when things went from bad to worse on that front.

I simply cannot stand to admit that I almost kissed someone who’s been such an ass to me.

Ren paces the yard, bouncing Theo because he started fussing and the movement keeps him asleep. “That son of a—” He stops himself as he peers down at the baby, then pivots to his usual swearing alternative, Shakespearean oaths: “Pigeon-livered canker blossom!”

Ryder folds his arms across his chest. “He sounds like a jerk.”

“Agreed,” Axel mutters.

“The damage I could do…” Viggo glares into the middle distance, wearing the familiar expression of a man plotting deep, terrible mischief.

I smile faintly, buoyed by their heartfelt defense of me. “He’s not the easiest person to play with…or co-captain with. But I’ll figure out how to handle it.”

“How?” Ryder asks honestly. “He sounds impossible.”

“Your coach shouldn’t have roped you into that ultimatum,” Ren says, keeping his voice quiet so as not to wake Theo. “Gavin’s the one who was out of line.”

“I mean, I did shove him first.”

“After he’s been awful to you for two years,” Ryder points out.

Ren nods in agreement, a rare flash of anger in his eyes. “Coach shouldn’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”

“That was the first time he’s ever gone off on me like that, though. Generally what she sees is my kill-him-with-kindness routine and his grumpy gruffing. In her eyes, our antagonism has been mutual, rather than his responsibility, which…” I sigh. “Is sort of fair. He definitely started it, but I’ve done my best to make him just as miserable when I realized he didn’t like me. He’s never humiliated me in front of the team. Usually, he plays fair, leaves me alone—basically ignores me—but it’s just that when we do interact, one-on-one, he’s so—”