(ZACH'S POV)
I wake up to loud clapping and whooping.
What exactly did I miss?
Opening my eyes, I see the boys surrounding me with wide grins on their faces.
"Good morning papa Zach!" Jack exclaims, pulling me out of the bed.
Papa Zach?
I like Papa Johns, but not really papa Zach.
I'm pulled to the kitchen part of our hotel room, and I see a bowl full of mini Oreos and a stack pancakes.
"What's all this for?" I ask, smiling as I sit down.
Man, these boys really must love me if they go out of their way for random celebrations like this.
Taking a sip of milk, I hear Jonah answer with, "you're a dad, Zach! You need to know that we support you!"
I choke.
Soon enough, I'm too sure there's milk running out my nose.
"Did you forget over night?" Corbyn asks me, and I think.
Probably?!
"Wait," I begin.
"Dad or daddy? Because I am daddy."
"How about no." Corbyn coughs.
"HERE ARE YOUR CARDS!" Daniel exclaims while handing me about fifty cards.
Fifty.
"DAD, ZACH. YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE YOUR OWN CHILD, DOOFUS." Jack excitedly answers.
"BY MYSELF OR SOMETHING?"
"WHY DO YOU SOUND CONFUSED?" Corbyn questions me as I skim through a card... a 'congratulations on your baby' card.
Okay, who has my baby?
Correction: who has my baby that I may not know exists?
"Oh no... she had a miscarriage?" Daniel asks me, sadness washing over his face.
"Who did?" I ask, my eyes wide.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO ACT CONFUSED, WE KNOW ALREADY!" Jonah chirps, and I nearly fall out of my chair.
If this is me acting confused, I do not want to know what would actually confuse me.
Oh yeah, my feelings.
"WHO'S PREGNANT?" I ask, wondering when this could've happened.
Did I drink?
Of course not.
Did someone steal my DNA and somehow make a baby that's probably a robot?
Yeah, yeah that's it.
"GIA!" The four boys answer in sync.
"SHE'S PREGNANT? IF SHE IS PREGNANT THAT CHILD ISN'T MINE!" I nearly scream.
Gia's pregnant now?
What more could she want than a guy that bought her a goldfish?
"WHAT? W-WE HEARD YOU LAST NIGHT TALKING TO HER ABOUT IT!" Jack stutters out.
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