Semua Bab Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friends: Bab 1 - Bab 5

A sharp, piercing pang in my lower abdomen jolted me awake from a restless sleep. It wasn't normal pain. It wasn't even close. My lower back and pelvis burned in an agony so excruciating I thought my bones were shattering from the inside. My abdomen twisted violently, the sensation so foreign it stole the air from my lungs. Then came the wetness. In my half-conscious state, I assumed I had peed myself. But something was off—wrong. This wasn't urine. It was too warm, too fast, too much. And it wasn't coming from where I expected. A clear, gushing fluid soaked my sheets, pooling beneath me. Terror seized my chest. What the hell was happening to me? "Levi!" My voice barely escaped as a whisper, hoarse and weak, but the pain made it impossible to move, let alone think. "Leviii!" My second cry was desperate, strangled. I was drowning in agony. My body trembled violently, tears streaming down my face. My sobs and gasping breaths filled the empty room, swallowed only by t

I stared at her, my pulse still unsteady from everything that had just happened. "We need to talk." The words hung in the air between us, thick and pressing. My mother sat on the edge of my hospital bed, her hands still gripping mine, but I could feel the shift. The hesitation. The weight of something she wasn't saying yet. I didn't respond right away. Because I knew what this was about. Not the baby—at least, not just the baby. It was about the father. My stomach twisted, and I looked away, focusing on the dull hum of the hospital monitors instead. My throat was dry, my body still weak, but I managed to croak out, "I'm too tired for this right now, Mom." She didn't let go of my hands. "I know, baby," she murmured. "But we can't avoid this forever." I exhaled sharply, pressing my head back against the pillow. I really didn't want to have this conversation. Not now. Not when I still hadn't even fully processed the fact that I had a baby in the first place. "I just

CASSIAN The bass pounded through the floor, rattling the walls like the whole damn house was alive. The air was thick with the nauseous combination of booze, sweat, perfume. The kind of mix that clung to your skin and let you know you were definitely making bad decisions. People were everywhere, packed together like sardines. A mess of tangled limbs, wet overly revealing swimsuits, and alcohol induced grins. Someone suddenly cannonballed into the pool, sending water splashing onto half-drunk girls screaming about their hair. A couple was making out and writhing against one another on a deck chair like they weren’t surrounded by fifty other people. Perhaps because they were being egged on by that same people. But it was not that kind of party though. God, I hoped not. I’ve got a fucking History test to worry about tomorrow. I leaned back against the railing, a half-empty beer dangling from my fingers, watching the chaos unfold with mild amusement. Parties like this were a good fuck