Page 105 of Ask Your Mom If I'm Real

She hesitantly nodded. “For now. Until I can afford a place of my own. But the moment I can afford a place of my own, we’ll move out. I don’t want you to have to deal with a kid and me in a single-room loft apartment.”

I hopped up, pulling her with me.

She made an adorable squeak at my suddenness.

“Come on,” I said. “I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

“The rest?” she asked.

“The rest,” I confirmed.

I opened a well-hidden door that led to the rest of the apartment and pulled her through.

She gasped when she saw the rest.

“When we were building this, my brother Christopher and I decided to redo the apartment that split our two units. We divided it into six bedrooms. That door at the end of the hall leads into Chris’s half of the apartment. I also have an office in here.” I laughed. “Even though I’ll never ever use the office.”

I showed her through the rooms, all of them fully furnished.

“This one is the one I coined the kid room because this is where my nieces stay when they’re over,” I said as I threw open the door.

She walked inside, her mouth practically falling open, and said, “This is amazing, Jeremiah. Like, truly amazing.”

“My brother did a really outstanding job,” I agreed.

“Don’t let him fool you.”

Merriam jumped at the sound of the male’s voice behind her.

“And this is my brother, Chris,” I said as I introduced him.

Chris grinned.

Though we looked alike, he was about two inches shorter and had sixty less pounds on him than I did.

He could very well pass for my twin if you squinted, though.

“And I see that you’re definitely related,” the girl at my side said.

“That we are,” Chris confirmed. “Nice to meet you. I’m Chris.”

“Merriam.” She offered him her hand.

He shook it gently just as my sister-in-law’s head poked around the corner.

“And this is Neesha,” I said. “Chris’s wife.”

Neesha came farther into the room and offered her hand to Merriam.

Merriam took it and didn’t even blink at how my brother and Neesha were dressed.

My brother was in a pair of swim trunks that were so short that if he bent just right, you’d definitely see his dick and balls. (Thank God for swim liners.)

Neesha, who was heavily pregnant, was in a bikini and nothing else. Her pregnant belly round and cumbersome.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Chris said, giving me a shit-eating grin.

Merriam’s brows rose. “What?”

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