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I'm not making up excuses. Now really isn't the right time.
"You know how I told you Mom is pregnant?"
Scooter nods. "Yeah."
"Turns out she wants Buzz and me to adopt the child."
He snorts in shock. "You're kidding me?"
"No."
"Fuck."
"Exactly. Now do you see why this isn't the right time to tell Buzz?"
"I…mightgive you a pass this one time." I can see his brain ticking. "So that's why she invited Buzz to dinner?"
"Bingo."
"And how does he feel about all of this?"
"Yeah."
Scooter waits a beat before speaking. "Yeah isn't a feeling, buddy."
"I know, I know. I'm just processing."
After Mom dropped her bombshell at dinner, I was stunned. It was literally the last thing I thought she'd say. I was so caught up in my own feelings I didn't pay much attention to Buzz.
But at one point, I turned to him. He didn't notice. And I could just tell what he was thinking—he wants this.
Or rather, he wants a kid. Most likely with his forever guy and not me.
That real, unguarded glow of happiness on his face is something I'll never forget.
I want that for him. I want him to be happy and fulfilled and have all his needs and desires met. And I want, more than anything in this world, to be the guy that gives him all of that.
When our eyes next met, that look was gone, replaced by the heavy realization that this is a majorly complicated family situation.
"Buzz really wants kids," Scooter says softly.
"I know."
"And this kid is your half brother or sister. His, too."
"I know."
"And you love Buzz."
"I know."
"And he loves you."
"I know."
"And you're fucking. Oh my god, you're fucking! I almost let that slip. How could we leave that until the end?"
"Who's fucking?" Cyrus steps into the shot wearing a white robe, thankfully having learned his lesson after the Speedo debacle last time.
