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3

When Niall shoots her a sideway glance, lips pulled into a grin, she has a feeling she knows what he’s going to say. “Brooklyn’s late.” Aaaand she’s right.

Harry whips his head so fast that Brooklyn fears he might break his neck – not that she cares about that. With his jaw hanging open, he asks, “You’re pregnant?” He sounds way too excited. And she’s pretty sure she sees his green eyes twinkling with happiness. It’s weird. “Is Niall the father?”

What?” Both Brooklyn and Niall screech at the same time, mortified by the thought that Harry has planted in their minds. “No!”

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