SOUL TIES (The Sánchez Brothers Series, Book 1)

CHAPTER 36 : ANDRE

Two days in a row! My update game is crazy, fam.

"Vidal, I'm in so much trouble right now."

Just like that, my eyes shot open. The word Trouble would always awaken me, regardless of how groggy I was initially. 

"What do you mean?" I asked into the reciever. 

"I got a woman pregnant." Panic evident in his voice. 

At that point, I shot up from the bed. 

"How?" I asked stupidly.

"What do you think? I had sex with the woman about a month ago and she sent me a text with an attached picture of a pregnancy stick. Apparently, she's pregnant."

I rubbed my face in agitation. Which god of misfortune did I offend that had to curse me this way?

"Did you finish in her?"

There was a pause in the static. "I don't think so."

I glared at the floor beneath me. "José, there is no thinking in this question. You either cummed inside her or you didn't, so which is it?"

He groaned. "I don't know, okay? I was drunk that night."

My face contorted with displeasure and it felt like I wanted to cry. It was 6:17am, I had work in less than two hours and this was not how I expected to start my day. Ah, José. If I could disown him, I'd do it in a beat.

"Do you even know the woman?" A very unnecessary question really, since I already knew the answer to that. But I still had to make sure. 

A awkward beat of silence passed. "I know her name."

"José….." I groaned and walked to the bathroom. My eyes were red with fatigue, my facial hair needed immediate attention, yet my older brother was bothering me over the phone. What did I do to deserve this?

"Andre, you've gotta help me." He pleaded. 

"What are your plans, José?" He didn't respond and I asked again. "Don't fucking waste my time. What are you gonna do?" I barked into the receiver, frustration spiking my temper. 

"I don't know, Vidal. I really don't. All I know is that I can't have a kid now. I can barely even take care of myself, how am I supposed to do that for a baby?"

I nodded in agreement, even though he can't see it. I really couldn't imagine José being a father. Not now, not ever. But preferably not now.

"So what are you gonna do?" That was the million dollar question. 

He snapped at me in annoyance. "I don't know, Vidal. I'm thinking."

I couldn't believe he had the audacity to be mad at me. I'm the one whose day was being ruined. "Well, you're not thinking fast enough. Foetuses grow everyday. At this point, it might-."

He shushed me. "You know what? We'll talk about this over mom's dinner tonight. I would have thought about something by then."

"About that. No, I won't be present for it so you can call me tomorrow."