Pregnant With My Brother's Child

Summary

A week before our wedding, Corinne started getting sick at the mere smell of food.

I thought it was just pre-wedding jitters, the overwhelming pressure of everything coming together. When I mentioned it to my younger brother, Chase, he looked down at the ginger broth on the dining table and let out a cold, sharp laugh.

"Some women spend years preaching about being child-free, but deep down, they're dying to trap you," he said, tapping his fingers against the wood. "I bet she got knocked up behind your back. Just wait—she'll pin it on you sooner or later."