Page 30 of Keeping Our Secrets

“You’re back early.”

“I just wasn’t feeling it tonight. Besides, I’ve been thinking about our situation.”

“I won’t tell our parents that you’re the father,” she interrupted me.

“Why not?” I asked.

It surprised me she wouldn’t tell them the whole truth. I’d told her I would be there for her, but maybe she really didn’t want me to be. Women were confusing ninety-nine point five percent of the time.

“Cause it’s weird. They'll think we got together here, after we knew we were siblings.”

“I’m pretty sure when you have our baby in five months they’ll figure it out. My dad knows I was in Paris.”

“My mom doesn’t know I went.”

I raised my eyebrows. Maybe she really wasn’t a good girl after all.

“How’s that possible?”

“We both know now that our parents were in Vegas getting hitched.”

I ran my hand through my hair and exhaled. “Yeah. This is so fucked up.”

“You’re telling me. I’d already decided I’d raise our child on my own before I got here. Then I walked in the door and here you were and suddenly you’re my stepbrother.”

“Look. I know this isn’t the most ideal situation, but if you truly want to raise our baby, then I want to be involved.”

“How?”

“I’ll take you to Doctor appointments and whatever else you need. Then we’ll figure out the rest when the baby is born.”

“How do we explain you taking me to the doctor?”

“Our parents are stuck in their own little dream world. They’ll be too busy to drive you and you sure as hell aren’t taking transit. Besides, they’ll be excited we’re getting along. They won’t notice a thing.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to.”

“Mairi, you’re not doing this alone.”

She sighed. “Thank you.”

CHAPTER 13

Mairi

I woke up with one thing on my mind.

It was time to tell my mom that I was pregnant, and I needed to do it before she figured it out herself. The only thing I wouldn’t do was tell them who the father was. Who knew what they would do if they found out I was having my stepbrother’s baby.

I was still trying to wrap my head around it myself.

Before I told our parents, the first thing I had to do was warn Liam, so I went to his bedroom. Liam’s door was open, but I still didn’t want to just walk in, so I knocked on the door frame. He was bent over his laptop reading emails.

“Come in,” he said.

“Do you have time to talk?”

“Sure,” he replied.

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