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“You heard her. Go,” Tyler tells Derek.

Derek looks over at me and shakes his head like I disappointed him. He pushes the guys away and leaves the room, but he doesn’t take the tension with him.

I can’t even feel relieved that he left because the secrets revealed are still in this room.

Jackson walks over to me, but he doesn’t pull me into his arms and comfort me. He grabs the bottle of prenatal vitamins off the bed and holds them up, a serious look settling on his face.

“I think there are some things that you need to explain.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Chapter 27: Marcus

The first thing that I want to do when Cassidy starts crying is pull her into my arms and assure her that everything is going to be okay.

But I can’t even budge an inch as I stare at the bottle of prenatal vitamins that Jackson is holding.

Can it really be?

“I’m sorry,” Cassidy says, sniffling as tears roll down her cheeks.

“Are you pregnant?” Tyler blurts out, his eyes wide.

Cassidy swallows and nods, her tears tumbling off her face. “I don’t know who the father is.”

“It’s not Derek?” Jackson asks her.

Cassidy shakes her head. “There’s no way. It has to be…”

“One of us,” I say, my heart rate spiking.

Holy shit. She’s pregnant, and the baby is one of ours.

Tyler folds his arms behind his head like he can’t breathe properly. “Are you sure? There was no one else?”

Cassidy’s eyes grow wide. “You think I slept with someone else other than the three of you?”

“Tyler,” Jackson grits out, motioning for him to shut up. “Are you sure you’re pregnant, Cass?”

Cassidy crosses her arms and shrinks back from us. “Yes, I’m sure. I missed my period. I took a pregnancy test that came back positive. I’ve been dealing with symptoms for weeks now.”

Jackson pushes his hand through his hair. “You haven’t been feeling well this entire trip. You almost fainted last night. You were throwing up the other day.”

“I don’t eat much because everything makes me want to throw up,” Cassidy tells him.

“Well, you can’t starve yourself. What if you faint and fall down the stairs or something?” Jackson questions her.

“I would sit down if I felt that lightheaded, Jackson!” she grits out.

“You’re still starving yourself,” Jackson argues.

“I can’t believe this,” Tyler murmurs, walking back and forth. He’s in a whole other world right now. “I can’t be a dad! I don’t know how to. I’ll be terrible.”

Between Cassidy and Jackson arguing and Tyler losing his mind, even I can barely think.

“Tyler, relax. You’re just freaking her out,” I tell him.

Tyler fidgets with his piercing nervously. “I don’t know what to do. How do we go about this? What happens now?”