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CAMDEN
Three Weeks Later
Standing there in the shadows, I watched Brooklyn and Gabby workout together. She had her long, blonde hair pulled high into a ponytail, wearing a black sports b*a and red shorts. Brooklyn’s routine had toned down a bit since we received confirmation from the doctor’s office. She was pregnant with our baby—my son or daughter.
Looking at her now, you couldn’t even tell she was carrying, even though she’d begged to differ. She was only eight weeks along. The night of my brother’s wedding turned into a double celebration. The news traveled fast once Gabby found out. My family was ecstatic, and I was scared shitless.
“You ready for this, Jameson?” Paxton asked, bumping me in the shoulder.
I shrugged. “f**k if I know. I don’t know the first thing about being a
