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Chapter 27
Izzie
“We’re going to be late, Liam! Grab your backpack!” I shout from the bottom of Brady’s staircase.
I still don’t know how this day is going to go, but I know this is the most exciting thing that’s happened to Liam in who knows how long.
“You gotta loosen up, Izzie,” Brady says, standing behind me.
I turn around, and he’s fully adorned in his cool guy garb. He’s got on designer jeans, designer shoes, a polo, and a leather jacket. Oh, and I’d be doing an injustice if I didn’t notice the Ray Bans.
“Well, I don’t like to be late. Is that a crime?” I respond snidely.
“No, but, like, chill. He’s a little kid. He’s a little scattered. I mean, come on, it’s not every day you get to have breakfast with a celebrity,” he says pompously.
Damn him. He’s right.
“I’m ready, Mommy!” Liam shouts as he tramples down the steps and stands next to Brady while I fish out my car key from my purse.
When I look up, I see the uncanny resemblance between the two of them. The way their shoulders sit, how they both have this slight grin on their faces as they’re looking at me, and even just the overall fidgeting mannerisms—they’re the same.
Each day is getting harder not to spill the beans to Brady, just because they’re so undeniably alike. Part of me wants to shout it from the rooftops. But the other part of me lingers on Lucy’s request.
It was literally my sister’s dying wish to not tell him and ruin his career. And not to mention his interview the other day…he doesn’t even want kids.
“Are you ready?” Brady asks, growing slightly impatient.
“Yeah, I just found my key,” I explain as I hold up the key and jingle it in front of them. “Let’s get going!”
As we pull up to the school, Liam is practically ready to pounce out of the car and rush us to the cafeteria. He’s over the moon about Brady’s appearance, and he’s just dying to show him off to his friends.
As we’re walking to the school, Brady takes every moment in stride. He makes the whole pancake breakfast at school thing as normal as possible, making me look at him like a real dad.
Of course, the crazy thing about all this is is how he doesn’t know that heisa dad.
As we all stand in front of the school with all of Liam’s friends, there’s mobs of teachers, parents, and students all trying to get their pictures taken with Brady and hounding him for autographs.
He does quite a few as discreetly as possible, and then informs the crowd that he’s here to have lunch ‘with his best friend, Liam’.
My heart has officially melted. Seeing how incredibly happy Liam is really makes all of the strife over the past few days truly worth it.
The whole engagement is entirely pleasant. That is, until a swarm of paparazzi fly up to the school.
Microphones are being shoved at his face.
“Do you have a son, Brady?”
“How old is he?”
“What’s his name?”
“Who’s the mother?”
Brady refuses the press and has no interest in answering any of their prodding questions. However, Liam is a bit more naive.
“Brady is my best friend! He’s not my daddy. I don’t have one. My mommy is over there, though! And if her and Brady get married, then he’ll be my dad.”
Brady and I exchange looks of horror. We can read one another’s face that it’s time to go inside.
