Page 63 of The Broposal

Han was just staring at his phone solemnly.

“What?” I asked, my stomach dropping.

“I’m guessing you haven’t seen Instagram since you got home?”

“Do I even have an Instagram?” I scratched my head. I vaguely remembered using it when I was in high school, but I wasn’t really on social media these days.

“You do. You should really see this…”

I sat next to Han on the couch as he showed me what was on his phone screen.

It was a post from Jackie. An ultrasound.

Something fluttered in my gut, and for a moment I forgot about all the complications. That little thing on the screen was my baby. It almost brought tears to my eyes. But then the light feeling came crashing down.

“Holy shit.” My handle was tagged in the post. It had hundreds of likes, which meant everyone close to me probably knew now that I’d gotten Jackie pregnant.

“Yeah…” Han said, rubbing his temples.

“Can I untag myself?” I asked, pulling my phone out even though I knew it was basically too late.

“Yeah. Here, I’ll log out so you can get in yours.” Han tapped his phone a few times with his thumb before handing it over. But I wasn’t sure if I even knew how to log in. I hadn’t used Instagram since high school. Still, there was one password I used for everything back then.

Jackie518

The date we first got together. Even if I wished that date meant nothing to me anymore, I could never forget it. I handed my phone to Han, who worked his magic. Moments later, I wasn’t tagged anymore.

“God,” Han said, “I hope Jackie chokes on a grape.”

I shook my head, holding back my laugh. “She’spregnant.”

“Fine. I hope she sits on a tack.”

I couldn’t help the grin on my face. “That, we might be able to arrange.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

HAN

All I could think about since last night was that Jackie was pregnant—so much so I hardly noticed the pain in my ankle and barely slept. I spent the entire night looking up all kinds of tutorials, from changing diapers to assembling a crib. If Kenny was going to be a dad, I knew I couldn’t let him do it alone. I actually surprised myself with how eager I was to help out. I thought I’d never wanted kids, but I wasn’t about to let Kenny go through this alone. I already felt fiercely protective of even the idea of Kenny’s future child. It was a big decision, but I knew the choice I had to make right in my gut.

I got up early to make breakfast so I could surprise Kenny with something nice to get his mind off everything—and to get my own mind off my foot and the immigration interview later in the day. I knew the impromptu drag show the night before helped a little, but that was just to make up for Kenny having missed the real thing. Even if breakfast wouldn’t get the interview off my mind, I could at least cheer Kenny up. It was goingto be a long day, full of wedding planning and then the interview, and I wanted to start the day out right. Kenny loved when I cooked, but I didn’t do it that often anymore. My job revolved around cooking now, so I didn’t really like doing more work at home for no money. I’d make an exception for today, though. For Kenny.

I ordered ingredients from Instacart early enough that I could get started before Kenny woke up. I knew making chorizo chilaquiles on one foot would be a challenge, so I got up earlier than I normally would. I had my crutches to help me balance, but I needed to use my hands to make the chilaquiles, so I had to squeeze the crutches into my sides with my elbows and make the food like a T. rex. There was definitely a reason T. rexes didn’t cook.

After way too long of a struggle, I finally made a more than halfway decent meal. Luckily, Kenny came out of his room right as I was finishing up.

“You cooked?” Kenny’s face lit up with a smile as he sniffed the air like Luna. Mission accomplished.

“I did,” I said as I struggled to reach for the plates without dropping my crutches. One of the crutches fell to the ground anyway, but I finished getting a couple of plates down from the cabinet before picking it up. Before I could bend to get it, Kenny was at my side, grabbing the crutch for me. He smiled wide as he handed it back.

“Thank you, Han. It smells so good.”

“Thanks.” I took the crutch, and Kenny grabbed the plates from out of my hands.

“I’ll do the serving,” Kenny said with a teasing grin. I didn’t protest since it would have been really rough trying to serve breakfast with my T. rex arms. I moved to sit at the table, andKenny pulled my chair out for me so I wouldn’t have to do it myself. He set two plates full of chilaquiles down, and a smile crept onto my lips. When I caught Kenny’s eyes, a blush came over his face before he sat down in his own chair.

I held my breath as he took his first bite. The hell was I so nervous for?

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