Nadine's P.O.V.
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"You ready for this?" Cal asked as we stood in front of the doors to the Salvation Saloon.
"Should we be taking our five-year-old into a bar?" I grumbled, trying to stall for time.
"Pretty sure War cleaned the place out. Common room's not big enough."
"Well, maybe it should be," I stated, crossing my arms. "There are kids here now. Waylen and Odie. Deidra's about to pop. I'm pregnant again."
"War's working on it, Sunshine," Cal said, chuckling as he kissed the side of my head. "Let's go in."
"Wait, maybe we should—"
"Nope," he cut me off, throwing one arm around my shoulder, and holding his other hand out to Odie, who happily took it. "We got this, baby."
Then he kicked the doors open. Literally. Kicked them so hard they burst ope
