Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1793

Booker dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, bowing his head in total defeat.

"Dad, let me beg you first. I'm your own flesh and blood—please let me off the hook. A kid happens when it happens! I can't force fate, Dad!"

Cormac's eyes welled with dramatic tears. "Booker, I'm ready to call you 'Dad' if it helps..."

Gale couldn't hold it in. A burst of laughter escaped him.

Mr. Windham's face darkened furiously. He launched a swift kick, sending Gale stumbling right into the room.

Mr. Windham's roar practically took the roof off.

"You have the nerve to laugh? Take a good look at yourselves, you two absolute clowns! Look at what you're doing to us old men!"

"Get down there with Booker! The both of you are going to sit there and listen!"

The two miserable bachelors exchanged a look. Booker scooted to the side.

"Come on, man. We ride together, we die together."

There was no dodging it. Might as well accept their fate.

Back downstairs, the high-society wives were clamoring over each other to get a look at the paternity report, practically salivating with envy.

They swarmed Janelle, singing her praises and telling her how blessed she was—a doting husband, an obedient son, and now a grandchild on the way.

Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Sewell were suffocating on their own jealousy. The sheer bitterness was enough to give them high blood pressure.

Even though they knew a verified paternity test couldn't be faked, they couldn't bite back their venom.

"Who knows if that piece of paper is even real? Maybe it isn't Keaton's kid at all! Could just be some random bastard!"

"That little tramp Winona has always been loose, she—"

Smack! Smack!

Before they could finish, Janelle bared her teeth and slapped them both squarely across the face.

Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Sewell stared at Janelle in absolute shock.

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