Chapter Twenty-Three
The sharp knock rattled the door, and Eric opened his eyes and blinked a couple times as he struggled to orient himself. When everything slowly came back to him—Abby, the baby—he leaped from his chair, glancing at the closed bedroom door as he yanked open his cabin door. Petey stood on the other side with a boyish smile and a tray with Eric’s breakfast and coffee.
“Good morning, sir!”
“Abby’s sleeping. Keep it down.” Eric gestured to his desk. “Just set it there. Listen, can you get another tray for Abby? I’m sure she’ll be hungry when she wakes up.”
“Yes, Captain,” he replied, as if having Abby there was the most normal thing in the world. He hurried out while closing the door with a soft click behind him.
Eric realized then that the whole ship probably knew that
