“It means once we accepted the relationship was happening whether we like it or not, we obviously talked through all the steps that might follow. Marriage, for one,” his dad says.
“We’re splitting the cost of the wedding,” mine pipes up. “That way, we have equal say.”
“You havenosay,” Mom says in exasperation. “It’s their wedding.”
“There’s no wedding!” I interject, starting to get frustrated.
“Anyway, after the wedding, what naturally comes next isbabies.” Dad gives me a reassuring look, which doesn’t reassure me in the slightest. “Don’t worry, sweet pea. We’ve already negotiated everything.”
Oh my God. I rub my forehead.
“Graham will come first in the hyphenated name. Graham-Logan. Because Grahams are always in first place,” Garrett explains.
“But Logans always come in clutch to get the job done,” Dad says smugly.
“If it’s a boy, Grahams have middle name rights.”
“If it’s a girl, Logans obviously.”
“And then the grandfather babysitting schedule will be—”
“Okay, we’ve heard enough,” Hannah interrupts while Gigi’s uncontrollable laughter floats out of the phone speaker.
“All right, guys,” chirps Wyatt’s twin. “I gotta get on a work call. But…maybe congratulations? Either way, Luke and I will keep this to ourselves. I promise.”
“Thanks, but I wasn’t worried about you or BIL blabbing,” Wyatt says before she disconnects. He turns to glare at his father. “You’rethe one I’m worried about.”
“Yeah,” I chime in. “I know we have this whole incestuous family dynamic where everyone is up in everyone’s business, but I don’t want anyone to know. If we keep it, the pregnancy stays a secret until the first trimester’s over.”
Dad is stricken. “We can’t even tell Dean and Tuck?”
“Especiallynot Dean,” Wyatt grumbles.
Meanwhile, I’m tripping over the last thing I said. And the wordif.
Ifwe keep it.
We only told our families because I needed to explain why I’m throwing up every other minute, but now that we’ve brought them inon this fucked-up journey, it’s feeling a lot more real. Like maybe this isn’t an “if we keep it” situation anymore.
Maybe it’swhenwe keep it.
Chapter 45
WYATT
MY FATHER JOINS ME ON the dock later that night, where I’m sneaking a cigarette. I cut back almost entirely this summer, but the past few days have been…overwhelming, to say the least.
“You okay?” He comes up beside me at the edge.
I exhale a cloud of smoke and let the night breeze carry it away. “Well, my girlfriend’s pregnant so…”
Dad chuckles. “Is it too late to give you the condom talk?”
I groan. “Don’t even start. It was one drunken night. And we were so responsible.”
“Clearly not.”
“Seriously, we even drove to the pharmacy the next day for Plan B. We had to chase some down, and we thought we took it in time, but…”
