Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1790

Winona looked at him, her expression dead serious.

"I am carrying your child. You are the biological father."

Keaton's breathing turned ragged.

"Winona, are... are you feeling okay? Did you hit your head? Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

Winona rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm perfectly fine. I said the baby in my belly is yours. Yours, Keaton Huber."

She pulled a folded paternity test from her bag and shoved it into his hands.

"Read it yourself."

She had secretly arranged the test a while ago.

Keaton scrambled to take the paper, staring at it in utter disbelief.

Winona ignored his existential crisis and reached for Janelle's hand, gently pressing it against her bump.

"Janelle, feel this. The baby is kicking right now. I think they're excited to see their grandparents."

Even through the fabric of her dress, Janelle could feel the distinct, fluttering movement.

She was completely overwhelmed. Her hands shook violently.

"Winona, you... you aren't lying to us, are you? This... this is really our family's child?"

Winona's voice was soft but unwavering.

"I know I've played tricks in the past, but I am telling you the absolute truth. This baby belongs to the Huber family. I had a paternity test done early on."

"You know me. I would never joke about something this monumental."

"If this child wasn't Keaton's, I wouldn't have announced it in front of all these people."

"This is Keaton's child. This is your biological grandchild."

The baby kicked again, and Winona looked down with a gentle smile.

"Hey, little one. Do you know your grandma is touching you? Her hands are so warm, aren't they? Can you feel how much she loves you?"

As the baby shifted gently against her palm, Janelle broke down into heavy, joyous sobs.

The entire banquet hall was plunged into stunned, absolute silence.

Suddenly, a roar shattered the quiet.

"Oh, my God!" Richard bellowed at the top of his lungs. "A 99.9999% DNA match with Keaton! This is my blood! The Huber family line continues! I have a grandchild! Hahaha!"

His booming laugh was so loud it made Janelle jump.

"Keep your voice down, will you? All this shouting is going to terrify the baby!"

Richard's face was flushed crimson.

"Right, right, right. I'll lower my voice. I'll be quiet. I'm not excited, I'm not excited at all..."

A second later, he spun around and hollered across the room.

"Windham! Cormac! I'm going to be a grandfather! Hahaha!"

He practically sprinted over to his friends, grabbing Mr. Windham in a bone-crushing hug before tackling Cormac Murphy.

Both men let out muffled groans, the air violently squeezed from their lungs.

Laughing so hard he was crying, Richard shook them.

"Windham, Cormac! God hasn't abandoned the Huber family! I have a grandchild! I... I... Smack!"

Unable to contain his hysterical joy, Richard hauled off and slapped Cormac right across the face. Hard. The crack echoed across the room.

Cormac winced in pain, his eyes bugging out in disbelief.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you hitting me because you're getting a grandchild? I don't have a grandchild, my life is miserable enough, and now I'm getting assaulted! Booker..."

Rubbing his stinging cheek with watery eyes, Cormac tried to stumble toward his son, Booker, but Richard yanked him back. "Did that hurt?"