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Chase

Nash vaguely noticed Chase drop into the chair next to hiainst the post He was sure there was a delicate way to broach the subject, but he couldn’t think of it “Megan’s pregnant”

“Pregnant?” Chase asked, running a hand over his spiky brown hair He’d been the only one who got their father’s brown eyes; both Nash and Shep were blue-eyed like theiranyone”

“Me neither,” said Shep, his sharp eyes studying Nash intently, his hands stuffed into his Levi’s

Nash had no doubt Shep would kno to handle this like a pro He’d fallen easily in as the leader of the fah his hair and explained, “The baby is mine”

A heavy beat passed

If this had happened to one of his brothers, Nash would have laughed He reveled in being the wild child, not falling in line without a little pushback He lived to bend the rules or outright break the water, barely able to breathe A baby? Sure, he’d thought about having kids at some point in his life But not now Not even close to now

“Can you repeat that?” Shep finally asked, giving his head a good hard shake “Megan is pregnant and having your baby? When did you even sleep with her?”

“At Chase’s wedding,” Nash replied

“And neither of you said anything to anyone about it?” Chase asked

“I didn’t,” Nash reported “And it see he would’ve told his brothers, or anyone for that matter, about Because that had been their et back

Chase scratched the scruff on his face “Jesus And she’s pregnant?”

Nash nodded

“You didn’t wear a rubber?”

Shep’s scathing tone caused Nash to grit his teeth “Yeah, of course, I did” He also recalled the condom hadn’t broken “Clearly, it was a shoddy brand because that shit didn’t work”