FORBIDDEN TIES {My brother's best friend}

Chapter 39

We were all gathered in the waiting room, tense and silent, anxiously awaiting news of my brother's child's birth. The atmosphere was thick with worry and anticipation; everyone was lost in their thoughts.

"Are you both okay?" I nervously inquired, breaking the heavy silence. My question was met with cold glares from my brothers.

"Well, this is exactly why I prefer Blue and Grey; they're much more fun than you two," I sighed, trying to lighten the mood. No luck.

"Do you expect us to be cheerful? Ezra's about to become a father, and Mom is in there, in pain," Reggie snapped.

"Don't pretend like Ezra deserves this. Honestly, he's just a jerk," I retorted.

"Shut up, Lena," Ezra interjected, his voice edged with frustration.

"Why should I? You've messed up so much. Do you think I even want you for Eva? You're probably the worst person for her, to be honest," I declared before turning to face Reggie.

"And you're no better. You're the worst brother I've ever had. You think being rude is some kind of personality trait," I said, exhaling deeply.

They both fell silent, and we didn't speak again until Dad came in, smiling, and told us to come inside to greet our new sibling.

I smiled as I walked in to see Mom sleeping peacefully.

"Aw," I said, my eyes lighting up when I saw our new baby brother. He was the cutest baby ever.

"He looks exactly like me," I said, touching his tiny pinky.

"Of course not; he's not ugly," Dad said, chuckling.

"You're so mean... you know that, right?" I said, and Dad chuckled again.

"Do you want to hold him?" Dad asked.

"No," I said, laughing nervously. "He's too small."

"You were like this before," he said, and we both laughed.

"Reggie?" Dad asked.

"No thanks," Reggie replied, as expected.

"Ezra?" Dad asked.

"No."

"Well, you should start learning how to hold babies. Did you forget that you'll be a father soon?" Dad asked with a smirk.

The room fell silent, except for the beeping of the machines.

"Uh... can I hold him?" I asked, slicing through the tension.

"Sure... why not?" Dad smiled, handing my sleeping brother to me. He was so handsome and cute at the same time.

"You all should just say hi to your mom and then go home to get some rest," Dad said, and we all nodded.

"He looks like the twins," I said, and Dad smiled.

"Exactly like them when they were babies," he said, and we both smiled.

When the baby started to cry, it woke Mom up, and she had to feed him.

"Last baby," she said, and we all chuckled.

"You thought Anya was gonna be the last, but she isn't," Dad said.

"Well, who caused it?" Mom asked.

"Like father like son," Reggie said, and we all looked at him.

"What?" Reggie asked.

"Not exactly a lie, though," I said, trying to hide my laugh. Everybody laughed except Dad and Ezra.