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Sammi slunk down onto the old beat-up black leather couch of the clubhouse where Abby was knitting a yellow blanket for Sage’s baby. Not the color she would’ve chosen, but since the happy couple didn’t want to know the s*x of the baby ahead of time, the choices were limited. Without even a greeting, Sammi launched into the issue that was preoccupying her since last night.
“His father didn’t come up to us during the entire evening. His mother’s an enabler, throwing out lame reasons for her husband dissing us. There’s no excuse for not taking the time to meet your son’s new girlfriend.” Sammi’s hands balled into fists. She didn’t have a father, but Prez was like a father to both Puck and her, and she had many surrogate uncles. No one would’ve pulled that s**t in the Squad. They’d be ask
