Page 133 of The Merger

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Jason: From Tate?

Ripley: Tate’s having a baby?

My fingers are hovered over the keys but Tate beats me to it.

Tate: No, GANNON IS HAVING A BABY.

“Fucking hell,” I say, waiting for the comments to fly.

Ripley: WHAT?

Tate: Yeah, they just told me. Called me over and showed me the picture. Asked me to be the godfather.

I burst out laughing. “This fucker.”

Jason: I don’t know if we should believe you.

Bianca: It’s a little suspect.

Tate: Then how did I get a picture of the ultrasound?

Ripley: There’s no way Gan would make you the godfather, so I know you’re full of shit.

Tate: Sorry. I know it hurts.

Renn: HOLY FUCK WHAT IS GOING ON?

Tate: Gannon is having a baby.

Renn: With who?

Tate: Carys.

Jason: Your Carys?

“Okay, enough,” I say, typing furiously.

Me: No, not his Carys. My fiancé Carys.

Bianca: I’m still too hormonal for this.

Jason: But it’s the same person, right? Carys, I mean.

Tate: He’s a best friend stealer. I knew he had it in him.

Ripley: Sounds to me like she had it in her, if you know what I mean.

“We’re not doing this,” I say, biting my lip.

Me: We’re not doing this.

Renn:

Tate: This is why I’m the godfather. Ripley is too immature.

Jason: Congrats, Gan!

Bianca: I’m so happy for you, Gannon. We’re starting our own Brewer Army with Arlo, Emery, and Baby Gan. God, I want to move back to Tennessee.

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