A Chance Reunion

Megan Hahn's older brother, Frederick Hahn, has retired from his military career.

Rumors have it that he has gotten injured in one of his missions, resulting in him losing his ability to reproduce.

Megan can only sigh sadly.

"I plan to stay childfree, whereas Frederick has gotten hurt. It seems that my family's legacy will end at my generation."

A few days later, I finally get to meet the legendary hunk of a brother Frederick is. Shock overwhelms me immediately.

Why does he look exactly like the baby daddy I've slept with a few years ago?

My best friend, Megan Hahn, was at Cooper's Barbecue, cradling a beer bottle in her arms as she bawled her eyes out and wailed, "I wanted to introduce my elder brother to you after he returned, so that Nicky can become my very own niece.

"But he's unable to have children, which makes him no different from a useless piece of trash. How could I do you dirty like that when we're best friends?"

As she said all that, her phone rang.

I took a glance at her phone and saw that it was Frederick Hahn calling. Megan was so wasted that she was already face-first on the table, completely unaware that her phone was ringing.

I hesitated for a moment. However, when her phone rang persistently for the third time, I answered it on her behalf.

"Mom asks you to get your ass back here, if you're still alive and breathing."

His voice was deep and husky. It sounded quite mesmerizing. I pinched my earlobe, which felt strangely warm for no reason.

"Hello there, I'm Megan's friend. We are at Cooper's Barbecue. Would you be able to come over and pick her up?"

Given Megan's current condition, it was going to be a struggle to get her home today. After all, I had quite a bit to drink too. It would obviously be a lot more convenient if someone could come and pick her up.

Before the man on the phone could even respond, Megan, who had passed out face-down on the table, "came back to life" all of a sudden.

"Oh, poor Fred. He joined the military academy at such a young age, and he's still a virgin after all these years. Now that he's in this predicament, no one will ever want him…"

Suddenly, the call went eerily quiet. The awkwardness was enough to sober me up a little. I explained, "She really had quite a bit to drink…"

"Give me the address."

"8 South Avenue."

Then, he hung up.

Previously, I had heard Megan talking about her elder brother. He was a tough and strong-willed guy, someone she had idolized since she was a child.

However, when Megan and I first met, her elder brother had already been deployed elsewhere. So, I had never met him before. It wasn't until he was discharged from military service a week ago that I learned he'd been severely injured.

When the time was