"M and C, are u sure August isn't C's? He sure looks like him..." The tweet reads.
The reporters on the front row jump into action snapping pictures.
Ellen quickly apologizes and attempts to get them to quiet down.
My eyes go wide and Chris can tell I'm panicking. He takes my hand in his.
Chris and I both nod our heads at each other.
"August is my biological son." Chris states. "While neither of us are proud of our infidelities, August deserves to know where he comes from and to not have to hide it from the world."
"That's all we have time for folks." Ellen says, motioning for them to cut the cameras.
The reporters yell questions at us.
Chris takes August from Connie and she takes Dante, knowing exactly what's about to happen. There's zero chance of us leaving the studio without some paparazzi but the quicker we get out the less there will be. And we know exactly what kind of questions we'll be getting. People will be trying to get pictures of August more than anyone else, screaming questions about the affair.
We all look at each other knowingly.
Sophia clings to Chip as we make our way out of the studio as fast possible.
She's the only one old enough to really realize what's happening.
I see tears slip down her cheeks, as she grips his shirt. He has one hand under her, holding her up, the other on her head, keeping her as close to him as possible as we exit the building.
We all do the exact same thing. We keep the kids as close as humanely possible to our bodies, shielding them from the paparazzi with our own bodies.
We all step outside, walking to the SUV as fast as we can.
Chris and Chip are both doing their best to protect not only he kids but Connie and I as well.
I see Connie step into the SUV, holding Dante as Chip hands her a crying Sophia.
At one point here was a clear path to the car but Chris and I are stuck in a circle of paparazzi and reporters screaming questions.
"How long ago did the affair start?"
"Does Peter know August isn't his son?"
"Does Sherman know you cheated on her?"
I see Chip push through the crowd of people reaching for Bethany.
I quickly hand him the baby and he gets her in the car with Connie as she cries.
One of the paparazzi grabs my wrist, refusing to let go.
Chris has a sheer look of panic and fear on his face.
His choices are to push this man off of me or stop shielding our son from the mass of people attempting to grab him and shove camera lenses in his face.
Chip sees me attempting to pull away from him as Chris puts August in the car and tries to fight his way through the crowd back to me.
My other arm is around my belly, attempting to protect myself and my unborn baby from the man holding my wrist and attempting to touch me.
His other hand slams into my belly and he grins as I scream.
Chip pulls me from his grasp as Chris punches him more times than I can count.
"You don't touch my goddamn wife!" He yells.
I grab for Chris's hand and he follows quickly behind Chip and I.
