“Take care of Megan for me, okay? I need to deal with my wife. You know, she’s tough.”


    “You don’t want my baby, so you simply took the birth control pills.


    You think that will do? Certainly not! You’ll have my baby if I want you to!


    I won’t let you go that easily.


    You don’t like Megan. Fine! I get that. I can ask Wesley, Damon and


    Curtis to take care of her, ‘ Carlos mused.


    Upon hearing that, Wesley furrowed his eyebrows.


    “Did you fight because of Megan?” he asked.


    “No, that’s not it. She doesn’t want to have my baby,” answered


    Carlos. ‘And she hasn’tpletely cut off rtions with her ex.’ But that was too embarrassing for


    Carlos to admit in front of his buddies.


    The rest of them were rendered speechless.


    Curtis walked towards the wine cab and took out a bottle of red wine. He poured everyone a ss


    of wine and asked casually, “Debbie is still a student. It’s not a big deal if she doesn’t want a kid now.


    Why fight about it?”


    Damon nodded and patted Carlos’ shoulder.


    “Does it bug you that I’m going to be a dad first?”


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    Carlos cast a murderous nce at him and said coldly, “Fuck off!”


    Delicately holding two sses of wine, Curtis walked towards his buddies.


    “I’ve managed to bring only one extra ss,” he said while taking a sip from the ss in his right hand.


    Then he ced the second ss on the desk before them and added, “Whoever grabs this first will


    have it. The rest of you can fetch your own.”


    They all took it as a joke. Since when did they have topete for a ss of wine?


    But even before he loosened his grip, Damon grabbed the ss, went to the couch and said casually,


    “Well, seems I’m the Lucky one.” Then in the same casual manner, he sat next to Megan and offered


    her the ss.


    “Little angel, you can have this,” he said with a sideways nce at


    Curtis.


    “Hey, are you trying to impress her with the wine that I’ve just brought for you? Shame on you!” Curtis


    reprimanded.


    “Thank you, Uncle Damon, but I don’t feel like drinking.” Megan declined his offer politely. She sat with


    her fingers interlocked under her chin, seeming very preupied.


    “You were fine just a moment ago. What happened?” Damon asked curiously.


    Casting a pitiful nce at Carlos, who was still smoking, Meganined, “Aunt Debbie doesn’t


    seem to like me. She even had a fight with Uncle Carlos over me. I feel so sad…”