Page 92 of Black Flag

“Jesus Christ Sway!”his voice took on a hushed tone as though this was embarrassing for him. “Don’tsay that so fucking loud.” Despite his words, he smirked this boyish “I’ve beencaught” smirk.

“So you had a one nightstand and she got pregnant...?”

“I don’t exactly know.I met her at a bar, she took advantage of me...orI took advantage of her...someone took advantageand then she left the next morning. Four years later, when you were in college,she came back with Logan and Lucas. We started dating and then she introducedme to them. She needed a place to stay so I told her she could move in. I waslonely without you around and now, I’m insane because those kids are shitheads. There really is something wrong with them, especially Logan.”

“You’ve never asked herif they’re yours or not?”

Charlie shook his head.“No...butwhen I do the math, itadds up. And Christ...look at them, they’respitting images of me!”

Now that I actuallythought about it, he was right. “Do they know who their dad is?”

“Andrea and I havenever talked about it. I think she knows I have an idea they might be mine butI’ve never heard them ask who their dad is.”

“Wow.” I shook my head.“My dad is a slut!”

“Sway!” he lookedappalled. “Don’t say that too loud.”

“What? Are you afraidof ruining your image?” I giggled and he smirked.

“You’re horrible. Anyways,I just want them to have a place, you know?”

“I get what you’resaying dad, but you really should find out for sure, just so you know.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Ishould talk to her about it.” His smile took on a distant memory. “You are somuch like your mother, you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

“She was irrational.Always said exactly what was on her mind and if she wanted to do something, shedid it.” Charlie told me. “Like us getting married. She decided that morningthat we needed to get married and we did. Rachel never waited for anything. Ifshe wanted to know, she asked.”

I smiled. I always feltlike I never really knew my mom because really, I didn’t. I was six when shedied. At six, you barely know yourself, let alone anyone else. I felt bad forthe twins if Charlie really was their father because just like me, they’ll losehim.

“So you and Jameson aregoing to Vegas tonight?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.Then we are flying to Key West for a night. You should come with us to Vegas.Nancy and Jimi are coming.”

I wasn’t sure after hispit lizard week if this was a good idea, but he seemed to enjoy himself, so whynot.

Charlie thought for along moment. “You know, I think I will. It might be the last time I get toparty. I’m going to go to Vegas.” He said proudly.

“Good.” I smiled butdeep down I was a little worried.

If I thought these lastfew weeks with most of our families together was tough, I was in for a rudeawakening when we arrived in Las Vegas.

“Where did that comefrom?” Jameson asked, his heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hotel.

“What?”

“Those,”

“Be more specific!”

“Those,” hepointed toward my bag. “haveyou always had them andif so, how come I’ve never seen them before?”

He was like a kid in acandy store looking through my bag. I looked inside the suitcase to see what hewas pointing at, “No, those would be a product of shopping with the slutmothers in Fredrick’s of Hollywood while you, Aiden, and Spencer were in theliquor store.”

His brow furrowed as herepeated, “Slut mothers?”

“Your sister andAlley,”

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