“We had a little chat before I gave it to him.” Nathan winked. “I’m going to go down to the beach for a few. I won’t be long.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you in bed.” I grinned as I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his lips to mine.
CHAPTER16
Nathan
“What’s up, fam,” I said as I sat down next to Jackson.
“Hey, brother.” Christian smiled.
“Hey, bro. So, Sammy, what did the doctor say?” I smirked.
“Everything Ella said.” He tipped his glass of scotch to his lips.
“Sorry, I’m late to the party.” Simon grinned. “Here you go, bro.” He handed Stefan a wrapped box.
“What’s this for?” Stefan asked.
“I’m just looking out for my bro.” The corners of Simon’s mouth curved upward as he winked at him.
Stefan tore the wrapping off and stared at the box.
“Really?” He cocked his head at Simon.
“What is it?” Jackson asked.
“What the fuck!” Sebastian laughed as he grabbed the box from Stefan’s hand and held it up. “It’s a sperm check home test.”
“Now, you don’t have to worry. You can do periodical sperm checks at home.” Simon grinned.
“Thanks, bro.” Stefan shook his head.
“No problem. Just make sure that when you’re jacking off, the semen hits the hole in the test strip. Hope you have good aim, bro.” Simon laughed, and we all laughed with him.
“You’re a fucking douchebag.” Stefan pointed at him.
“But you still love me.” Simon grinned.
“Have you told your mom yet about the baby?” I asked Sam.
“No. The wellness center doesn’t allow phones,” he said. “We’ll tell her when she gets back.”
“As fun as this has been, I have to get home and spend time with my fiancée since I won’t see her for a couple of days.” I stood up from my chair.
“I’ll pick you up around five p.m. tomorrow,” Shaun spoke.
“Sounds good, cousin. I’ll see the rest of you douchebags when I get back.”
“Nathan, hold on,” Sam said. “I forgot to ask you. How is Ella liking Oak Crest?”
“Unfortunately, she loves it.” I sighed.
“She dating yet?” Simon shouted as I walked away.
I stuck up both middle fingers to him and headed to the house. Laughter could be heard down the beach.
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