Page 10 of The Break Out

Chandler: Hey! You busy?

Brynn: Only with things I don’t want to do. What’s up?

Chandler: Want to go shopping?

Brynn: Only if you let me buy things for my niece!

Chandler is pregnant and due in a little over a month and has been weird about getting presents from anyone because she said the guys have already bought too much. Mostly Vince, but Matt and my brother have overdone it as well and she insists she doesn’t need anything else.

Chandler: One thing!

Brynn: I’ll pick you up in an hour. *smile emoji*

When I get to Chandler’s house, my brother answers the door and fake scowls at me.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“To steal your organs and sell them on the black market. Let me in, I'm not here for you.”

“What’s the password?” He folds his arms and leans against the doorframe.

I groan and push forward using all my strength to move him away from the entrance. Even though I’m five-foot-nine, I’m the shortest of my siblings with the rest of them being over six feet, including Bailey. Brent is the tallest at six-foot-six, and since he’s a hockey player he’s essentially a wall and I haven’t lifted anything heavier than a laptop in years.

But I’m stubborn and determined so I still attempt to bulldoze my brother out of the way.

“What’s going on?” a male voice asks from inside the house.

I peek around Brent to see Vince standing a few feet away looking extremely confused.

“Vince! My favorite out of Chandler’s boyfriends. I’m here for your girlfriend and this asshole is acting like a child.”

Brent scoffs, but still doesn’t move.

Vince looks between me and Brent before shaking his head. “You two make me appreciate the relationship I have with my sister. I’ll go get Chan.”

“Thank you!” I call after him before narrowing my eyes up at Brent. “You’re a child. And you’re about to have one so you may want to grow up.”

“I’m just standing here. You’re the one trying to push me out of the way like a tiny little child.”

I snarl, “Count your days big bro. Count. Your. Days.”

“Brynn,” Chandler calls from inside and that is what finally makes the big doofus move because he turns to look at her and gives a small smile. I love that he’s so happy, but also…gross.

“Chandler, let’s get out of here before this one drives me to drink,” I hook my thumb in Brent’s direction. “And I know I’ll be in trouble if I drag you into a bar at eight months pregnant.”

Chandler chuckles and presses her hand on Brent’s chest which gets him to move instantly. I scowl at him while slicing my thumb across my neck in his direction while he kisses the top of her head.

“Love you, beautiful, have fun,” he tells Chandler.

She leaves his embrace, and he starts to go back inside. “Love you, big brother!” I shout. Loudly.

He just shakes his head before shutting the door and I laugh as we walk back to my car.

“He does love you, you know,” Chandler clarifies.

“I know. He’d be totally lost without me.”

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