Huey had been unsettled, but Rigby had fed him and put him down to sleep in the portable crib we kept in the living room. Other than grumbling, he’d been perfectly fine while I’d stood there like a fucking statue as some lady slapped the shit out of me.

Though she wasn’t some lady. She was an ex of River’s. Someone who he’d kissed, had sex with, eaten meals with. Someone who thought he was her boyfriend.

I shook my head, and Rigby held me tighter. My phone was going nuts, but I knew it was probably the group chat. “Are you okay, Fireball?” he asked softly.

I nodded. Technically, it was true. I was okay. No one ever died from being slapped. I had some serious regrets about not punching the bitch back, but I told myself I’d had Huey strapped to my chest. In all honesty, though, even without the baby, I probably wouldn’t have retaliated unless really necessary. I wasn’t a fighter, no matter how disgusted in myself I was right now.

Shrugging, I flopped back against Rigby. “It’s not like I ever thought you guys were saints. You’ve obviously got ex-girlfriends, and statistically, some of them had to be crazy, right?” He huffed a laugh, but it seemed forced.

The front door opened and Devan strode in, his eyes wild. He saw me on the couch and pulled me out of Rigby’s arms. Gently gripping my chin, he turned my face to the side and hissed an angry breath between his teeth at the faint mark still there.

“I’m going to sue her so hard, she’ll have to live in a cardboard box under a fucking bridge,” he seethed. He grabbed my hand—the one still holding the ice pack—and moved it back to my cheek, even though the cold hurt worse than the sting now. “But first, I’m going to beat the shit out of River for being a fucking pussy-blind dumbass.”

He stormed off, and I looked over my shoulder at Rigby. “Should you stop them?”

Rigby just shrugged and pulled me back into his lap. “Nope. It’ll make them both feel better.”

I huffed. “Rigby Engman, you never told me that I’d have to drown in testosterone when you were pitching your polyamory freaking solution.” I slid from his lap. “Stay!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he teased.

“Good boy.” His cheeks flushed, and he looked away. I hadn’t been prepared for quite how hot I’d find Rigby’s praise kink the other night, but even thinking about it made butterflies alight in my stomach.