《Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

BRAD She would have had the security guards escort her out if it weren't for the boy behind the woman: an identical copy of my dad in a younger version. There was no denying the paternity; the DNA was stamped right on the boy's face. Every feature of the kid, from the gray eyes to the straight, well-aligned nose, his pronounced chin to the honey-blonde hair characteristic of our family—there was no denying the resemblance. Realizing this, my mom had a little chat with my dad, who didn't even deny it. Bringing us back to the reason my mom wanted to kill my dad. Which brings me to reason number four for not going to the second-to-last date. Because, despite the shitty things my dad did, he didn't want to tarnish our family's reputation and good name. We had a family meeting about what to do with the boy, and at the same time prevent my parents' divorce. The meeting dragged on forever. My sister didn't know whether she hated my dad for being an insensitive jerk and would join in on my

MARLON I turn on the radio when I notice in my peripheral vision that Brad is falling asleep. I smiled when Katy Perry belted out "Roar" at the top of her lungs. As a big fan and admirer of her work, I couldn't resist singing the chorus as out of tune as possible, snapping my friend out of his nap. Brad shot me a sideways glance before putting on his sunglasses and rolling down the window. I kept singing and tapping the steering wheel excitedly. I admit I did it just to annoy him, but I kept singing, caught up in the upbeat song, just to kill time. After all, it would be a two-hour drive to the country house, and I didn't want to spend the rest of the time in a morbid silence while my best friend possibly had wet dreams about Fernanda. I confess it would be cool, for example - just a wickedly delicious, random idea; I could deliberately let my friend get his beauty sleep just to record him talking in his sleep and change his ringtone to his disjointed sleep-mumbling. I would use t

JOY Beers, playing cards, and snacks were freely enjoyed in the living room. I bite my lips as I hear the characteristic sound of someone puking their guts out coming from the hallway. I sighed, feeling sorry for Fernanda; the poor thing tried to enter a stupid competition with Andreia and was now dying in the bathroom. It all started when Andreia proposed a moment of fun. When she said that, Miranda visibly shuddered but shrugged when her friend pulled three bottles of vodka from her bag. Fernanda, who had her apartment invaded once again, was dragged by Andreia like a rag doll into her living room. After explaining the rules of the Never Have I Ever drinking game... And whoever had done what was said had to take a sip, to win the game they couldn't throw up the drink poured by me. Miranda and I obviously didn't participate in the game. Miranda because she was pregnant, and me because I was summoned to stay sober to be the designated driver for the day to take us to the party Mar

MARLONI heard the sound of the car parking. A glance over my shoulder and I see my mom walking back into the foyer, her brown eyes shining with emotion as she winked conspiratorially at me before looking at Brad.I sighed nervously, wiped my sweaty hands on my pants, and walked toward the door. It was time. I positioned myself to open the door and heard Andreia's cackling."Don't worry, it is a peaceful invasion, we will only get arrested...""That is if they catch us," Fernanda hummed.I heard my wife's reprimanding tone saying emphatically that they couldn't trespass on a stranger's private property. I held back a smile that insisted on stretching my lips, put my cold hand on the doorknob, my shoulders burning under the gazes of my parents, my sister, Miranda's dad, and a very beautiful woman who had introduced herself as Stella Blum, Amanda, Brad, and his cousin.These were the first guests; the others would arrive tonight and tomorrow for my second wedding...This time with every

EMILE"We need to talk, please honey.... I miss you".I read the message, my throat tightened, and before my dad could notice my discomfort, I deleted Manuela's message and put my phone away...Just that message was enough to erase every feeling of peace and joy I was experiencing. I shifted uncomfortably because of that message... What does she want this time?It hasn't been long since my dad kicked her out of the house. I thought that after the Mother's Day episode she would disappear far away and forget us, but I see I was wrong. Manuela hasn't forgotten me, apparently. She still insisted on getting in touch, sending persistent messages and calling. As soon as I see her name, I hang up or delete her messages without reading them, but it seems that even making it obvious I didn't want to talk, she still persisted.A simple way to end this, to make her stop calling me, was to block her number and be done with it, but every time I go to the option to block, my breath hitches and cowar