18
Galen
With Ariel gone, I found myself surrounded by a g**g of in-laws. Logan, Mark, and Paul had formed a semicircle around me, prodding me for information on my relationship with Ariel. I shoved my hands into my pockets, rocked back on my heels and stood my ground. “No, really. That hasn’t changed—still a bachelor for life. I swear.”
My brothers-in-law had been after me to join them in the bliss—or lack thereof—of holy matrimony and procreation. Mark boasted, “You know that you’re not really a man until you’ve been barfed on by a two-year-old, right, Galen?”
Before the laughter stopped, Paul added, “Or until you’ve held the hand of your laboring wife and found she has the strength of ten men as she squeezes your hand. But you’re thankful it’s your hand she’s massacring instead of y
