-Nathan-
The incessant chant echoed in my mind as I observed Chloe throughout dinner: Not his baby. Not his baby. Not his baby. Her demeanor, engulfed by the attention, left me uncertain if she noticed my gaze. Upon seating, she wasted no time in making her announcement to everyone present: she was pregnant. Though her bump was barely visible, a slight lean back revealed the beginning of a small swell. Yet, I couldn't shake Megan's revelation from my thoughts. What was I to do with this knowledge?
Suddenly, Megan nudged me under the table with her foot, pulling me from my reverie. I turned to her, whispering, "What?"
"You're staring," she cautioned, her eyes pleading for discretion.
I grappled with the weight of the information. My brother was the issue, not Chloe, as we had believed.
