Nancy didn’t want to terminate the pregnancy because she was scared she would struggle to conceive later. So she left the gynecologist’s practice, not knowing where to go or what to do. But she desperately wanted to talk to someone. So feeling lost and heartbroken, Nancy confided in her friend, Anna.

“Don’t tell me you’re having this baby alone! I mean, c’mon, is there no way you can get in touch with that Vegas guy?”

“Nope,” Nancy sighed.

“Hey, ladies!” A male voice interrupted their serious conversation right then. “I’m Oliver, and this is my friend, Harry. We saw you two being overly serious here, and we thought we should come over and cheer you guys up.”

Nancy was too nice to shoo the guys away, and Anna noticed Oliver was kinda hot. She left for the dance floor with him, leaving Harry and Nancy to talk for hours alone.

“Hey, Nancy, let’s go to the lady’s room,” she suddenly insisted, interrupting their conversation. Nancy excused herself and joined Anna. “Sleep with him. He seems nice. Las Vegas was only three weeks ago. He will never know,” she told her in the restroom.

Initially, Nancy refused. She wouldn’t do something so despicable. She had a job and degree, and she could become a single mother. But then, the thought of her child having a father changed Nancy’s mind, and she ended up sleeping with Harry that night.

A few months later, Harry got down on one knee and said the three magical words. Nancy said yes almost immediately, and they kissed. Everything was perfect.

“They’re going to love you,” Harry told her as they stood on his parents’ front porch a few days later. He was finally introducing her to his parents.

“Oh, God. They’re going to be mad,” she said, rubbing her belly, but Harry insisted it would be fine.

The door opened, accompanied by a booming voice, and Harry’s mother, Miriam, hugged him with open arms. It was then Nancy smelled something…that intoxicating perfume that got her in trouble.

”Dad, this is my fiancée,” Harry said as he stepped back from his father only to reveal… Robert. “But as you can see, there’s another surprise in store,” Harry continued, pulling Nancy to his side as they entered the house. “We’re having twins!”

Harry’s mother, Miriam, was the picture of delight, pulling Nancy tightly into her embrace, being mindful of the belly.

“She should see your baby pictures, Harry!” Miriam said. She and Harry eventually went to fetch the baby album, leaving Nancy and Robert alone.

“Nancy is it—” Robert started, but she cut him off.

“They’re Harry’s. I had no idea he was your son. But these babies are his. Let’s do what they say, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.'”

And Robert and Nancy decided to keep the secret of the one-night stand between themselves.

Present-day…

“Tell me, Dad!” Harry exploded. “How is it that our pediatrician of several years had to tell MY SONS are my SIBLINGS? How did it happen?”

“It happened in Vegas,” Robert sighed, defected.

“Vegas…” Harry whispered. “The trip you took with Anna and your friends a few weeks before you met me, and we slept together?”

Nancy couldn’t utter a word but nodded.

“Did you know you were pregnant already?” he asked angrily.

“Yes,” she hung her head.

“You baby-trapped me, but not even with my own babies!” Harry shouted.

“Son, I’m sorry,” Robert interjected. “Although, in my defense, she told me they were yours.”

“You’re a monster!” Nancy yelled at him. “You knew! You can’t put the entire blame on me!”

They started bickering, and suddenly, Harry had a vision of other times when they weren’t so angry. And then he thought about the boys… his boys… who had his father’s brown eyes, although Harry and Nancy were both blue-eyed. He didn’t question it earlier, but he should’ve.

“They’ll never know you’re their real father!” Nancy yelled at Robert, and Harry rubbed his neck, thinking hard.

“Grandpa is our father?” Josh asked. They all turned in horror to the doorway, where the twins and their friend, Bobby, stood.

“Dad?” Andrew turned to Harry, who tried to smile but couldn’t. The poker face he had maintained after the meeting with Dr. Dennison somehow wouldn’t come out, and his sons saw the truth in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the twins, having no more energy for anything else.

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