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constantly on his back about getting someplace else for the band to practice. Duff just rolled his eyes, but Zach and the other guys knew that as soon as the baby was born, Duff was going to lose his garage practice space to some kind of mommy bus with a car seat.
    Lori, Duff’s wife, came out to the garage. “Brought you and the band some ice water and sandwiches, baby,” she said to Duff. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and, for a second, Duff stared at his wife with the kind of adoration some men had for brand-new Porsches.
    “Thanks, babe.” He kissed her back, then took the tray of turkey and cheese sandwiches and laid it on top of the amp. “Dinner is served.”
    The men dug in. Duff was the only married one in the bunch, and therefore the only one who ate anything remotely healthy on a daily basis. Even the sandwiches Lori had made were healthier than the ones Zach usually slapped together for himself. Today’s lunch was whole grain bread, with organic turkey and cheese, topped with thick slices of tomato and layers of lettuce. Something called hummus instead of fattening mayo sat between the layers. There was a side of red and yellow pepper slices with Greek yogurt spinach dip, instead of the usual Doritos.
    “Man, how does your wife make this bird food taste good?” Ian said. “Almost makes me want to go running to Whole Foods. Almost.”
    Duff laughed. “Yeah, she’s all worried I’m going to have a heart attack before I’m thirty and leave her a single mom. I don’t know what it is about pregnancy, man, but it’s got Lori all worried about the what-ifs . I told her I’ve got plenty of time before my youthful bad habits catch up with me.”
    AJ snorted. “Youthful bad habits. Whatever you wanna call those beer pong games, Professor Duff.”
    “I’m serious, man. I’m growing up. I have a family to support now. I can’t be staying out all night and spending what money I make on beer. In fact, if this thing with the producer doesn’t work out, I’m thinking of…” Duff twirled the water bottle between his hands, “leaving the band and taking that job with my dad.”
    “Bullshit.” Ian snorted. “You’d never leave the band.”
    “I would for Lori. And my baby.” A quiet smile stole across Duff’s face. “They matter more to me than anything.”
    Something that felt weirdly like jealousy curled in Zach’s gut. That was nuts. He didn’t want the responsibility of a family right now.
    “More than music?” AJ shook his head. “You’re crazy, dude. When you wake up from this insanity, let me know.”
    “Nah, it’s true. I think about my wife and my baby all the time. I’d do anything for them. That’s why this thing with the producer is such a big deal. I want to be able to provide, you know what I mean? And do a job I love, a job that my kid would be proud of. Like, all that that’s my dad stuff.” Duff waved a hand. “Geez, we gotta stop singing that ‘You’re The Everything’ song. It makes me all emotional.”
    “Yeah, me too.” Ian rubbed a fist against his eye and mocked a sob. “I’m all choked up, man.”
    Duff slugged him. “Let’s get back to practice.”
    Zach finished off his sandwich in one bite, wiped his hands, then grabbed his guitar. He settled in behind the mic, strumming a few notes just to get back in the rhythm, but his mind was on what Duff had said. On the way his friend had looked at his wife, talked about his baby. That jealous feeling still filled Zach’s gut. Jillian had wanted him to do the same thing—find a real job, get married, plan a future, have kids down the road. But he’d balked and stalled and, in the end, lost Jillian.
    He’d worried that if he did what she wanted—if they turned into Duff and Lori—that five, ten, fifteen years down the road, he’d find himself wearing a suit and tie every day, selling insurance or vacuum cleaners or some shit. His guitar would be sitting in a corner, gathering dust, and his chest would