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Charlie frowned but laughed. “That’s not exactly giving her space.”

Eli shrugged. “It’s the best I could do. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm kind of obsessed with her.”

Chapter 26

Storm

Itook a deep breath before dialing Sunny. I had found out about Charlotte and Kennedy almost a week ago now, and I still hadn’t told her. If I waited much longer, she was probably going to find out from my pack mates, and if she discovered the truth about my additional family members that way, she was going to track me down and brutally beat me up in the way that only a sister could.

“Stormy! How’s it hanging?” Sunny chirped. “Your nephew is being a cranky demon. He’s lucky he’s cute.”

Luka was almost a year and a half old and painfully adorable. I wish I had more time over the year to see them, but my schoolwork and hockey had been so demanding that my sister and nephew had fallen by the wayside.

Something I was starting to seriously regret.

Sunny was my other half. She was always there for me growing up, and sure, we would bicker and fight regularly, but I knew that when shit became real, she would be there for me.

And shit was getting real now.

“Hey, Sunny. I've got some news.” As I spoke, I was trying to figure out how to word what was going on in my life.

“Did the NHL scouts finally notice you? Or is it bad news, as in, you're flunking?”

“Flunking? Me? I have good grades!” I insisted. Just because I was a bit of a party boy didn’t mean I let my grades slip.

“Yes, but you're easily distracted.” Sunny laughed.

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. She wasn't wrong there. I did have a bit of a one-track mind that had a tendency to get me into trouble.

“It’s not that…uh…how do I say this?” My words wobbled as I spoke, and I started to stammer.

Sunny could tell. Of course, she could tell when something wasn't right with me.

“Spit it out right now, Storm,” she said in a no-nonsense tone.

“I’m a dad,” I blurted.

Sunny was quiet on the other end of the phone for a moment. I didn't say anything, waiting for her to speak first, but all that came out of her was a startled, spluttering sound.

Then the questions came.

“What? When? Who? How far along is she?” She was speaking so fast, her words were starting to blur together. “Who is she? Do I know her?”

The small part of me that liked to have fun with my twin was considering not answering and seeing how long she would continue reeling off questions. Then again, I had the distinct impression that choice would end badly for me.

“My daughter is eight months old,” I admitted.

Sunny’s incessant questioning stopped for a moment. “Oh, Storm, a daughter? Why are you only telling me about this now? You know I'm the last person to judge, considering I got pregnant at twenty.”

“Yeah, and I was an ass about it,” I pointed out. When she had first told me she was pregnant, I’d acted like thestereotypical father figure who was disappointed and angry and wanted to punch everyone in sight.

“Well, I'm more emotionally mature than you. You came around, eventually.”

“Of course, I did. Luka is adorable.”

“He is. Anyway, your daughter is already eight months old? How could you not tell me?”

“Yeah. I…I didn’t know her mom was pregnant. It’s a huge situation.”

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