Because your brother had been away for a long time—a year and ten months, to be exact—you hadn’t had the chance to share the surprising news with him until the weekend he finally came back.

You were pregnant and had a baby, who was now eight months old. You knew he’d be thrilled to meet her, but you also knew he wouldn’t be happy about who the father was. Yes, you’d been married for two years before your pregnancy, but your brother was overprotective—and he happened to hate your husband. Maybe because they’d been friends back in college... until your husband fell in love with his little sister.

Choso was already on edge that Saturday morning just thinking about visiting your brother. While you showered and got ready, he held your little bundle of joy and nervously whispered to her about how anxious he was, as if she could actually answer him. Before he knew it, the three of you were standing in your brother’s apartment, facing his sharp, suspicious stare.

“What’s this?” your brother asked, gesturing toward the baby in your arms.

“Our... o-our daughter,” Choso stammered.

The next thing he knew, he was sitting cross-legged on the floor with an ice pack pressed to his cheek—courtesy of your brother’s punch—while your brother cheerfully played with his giggling niece.