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Chapter 44: Asher Nash
Tanner and Miller
“Hey, I know we had plans to go out for my birthday, but I’m going to have to cancel,” I say once he answers.
“Why?”
I debate how honest to be, though my instinct is to tell him the truth—especially given the thoughts I literally just had about being too hard on him.
I clear my throat. “I, uh…I’m having a kid. Well, I’m not, but a woman is, and I’m staying with her for a few days since we just found out.”
He’s quiet on the other end of the line.
“Say something,” I say.
“Asher, Asher, Asher. My wild one.” He heaves out a breath. “You want my advice? Pay her off to keep quiet, and send monthly checks the way I do with the twins.”
“With the twins?” I repeat, my heartrate picking up speed.
“Tanner and Miller,” he says nonchalantly. “I send checks every month to their mother, have since the day they were born, and nobody has to know I’m involved.”
“Excuse the fuck out of me?” I say, my chest tightening as he lays this truth bomb on me so freely, so casually. “You have twin boys you’ve never told us about?”
He sighs. “I went through a midlife crisis thirty years ago, okay?”
“No, notokay,” I say, mocking his tone. “What the fuck are you even talking about?”
“I’m not getting into this with you,” he says firmly. “I made a lot of mistakes in my life, and clearly slipping this to you is one of them.”
He hangs up, and I stare at the phone as I try to process what he said to me.
I have twin half-brothers?
How old are they?Whereare they? Who’s their mom?
Does Mom know?
I have a million questions but exactly zero answers other than two names: Tanner and Miller.
My instinct is to call Lincoln with this, but I feel like I should do a little research first. I just…don’t even know where to start.
I’m getting hit with all sorts of unexpected things today, and I suddenly feel the need to sit.
I slide onto the chair I was sitting in earlier when Des said she’d try this again with me as I ponder my dad’s advice to pay her off.
That’s not me. I could never do something like that, and the mere thought of it kills me.
My heart hammers as panic seems to travel like a poison through my veins. I don’t even realize I’m clenching my hands into fists until I feel the sweat sliding on my palms and my stomach knots.
What the fuck else has my father been hiding from me all these years? Because that’s a pretty fucking big one.
Fuck research. I dial up Lincoln.
“Bro, it’s my week off, what the hell do you want?” he answers, and he sounds sleepy, as if he were taking a nap.
I clear my throat as I try to figure out what the hell I’m going to say, and then the words blurt right out of my mouth. “I just learned Dad had twin boys with another woman thirty years ago.”
Silence greets me on the other side of the line, but eventually he says, “What?”
