Page 54 of Playboy

“Did she just say she’s pregnant?”

“Holy shit.”

“How?”

“Who’s the father?”

“When are you due?”

They all speak at once, and when they finally shut up, I do my best to tick off answers, looking at each of them as I do. It’s like handling reporters in the media room. I could do this in my sleep.

“I’m pregnant. Yes, pregnant. Though the how of it would probably require a discussion we don’t have time for. Kevin, maybe Matt could have a talk with you about the birds and the bees. The father is none of your business, and I’m due January twentieth.”

“He isn’t stepping up?” Riggs is the one who speaks, but the other five nod in agreement.

“Just give me a name,” Ash grits out.

Head tipped back, I groan. “Oh my god. I didn’t call you to enlist a brigade to go after the father. I called you because I wanted to let you know you’re going to be uncles again.”

Noah, naturally, is the first one to soften, though Riggs is right behind him.

“Aw, Han, I wish you were home so I could hug you,” Noah says.

I’m in Detroit, while he’s in Boston. That’s why I arranged this call. I didn’t want to tell him one-on-one and face-to-face because I was worried I’d break and tell him who the father is. And I’m not ready to handle that just yet.

Though I did tell Daniel he was free to tell whomever he wanted. So he very easily could share with the guys on the team. Though, if he’d done that already, I’d have heard from the girls.

“You okay?” Riggs asks softly.

I look straight into the camera, expression easy, and lie to all of them. “I’m perfectly fine. Now tell me how my nephews are doing.”

I’m pattingmy face dry when my phone rings and Noah’s name flashes on the screen.

With a laugh, I swipe to answer the video call. “I figured you’d be calling, but I thought maybe I’d get an hour or so reprieve since it’s Oliver’s bedtime.”

Noah frowns. “He talked me into letting him watch another episode of Joanna Gaines because he says it’s educational and I quote ‘I miss Auntie Hannah.’”

I laugh. “Total con artist.”

He doesn’t smile. No, that frown stays firmly in place. “Tell me it’s not Daniel.”

All I can do is stare at him.

“Jesus, Han.” He rakes a hand through his hair. “Does the kid know?”

“First of all, he’s not a kid?—”

He glares at me.

“Fine, he’s a kid. And yes, I’m not an asshole. I told him as soon as I suspected. We took the test together.”

My stepbrother hums, his gaze drifting away from the screen.

Unease rolls through me. “What exactly doeshmmmean?”

He shrugs, his image jostling. “Just surprises me, is all. He slept over that night, didn’t he?”

Lips twisted, I lower my chin. “Yeah, he said he just wanted to hold me after we found out.”

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