I open the door to my house to see Nicole staring at my brother, who is cradling Emma. "What the hell is everyone crying about," I say. As it's falling out of my mouth, I know I'm just proving everyone right who thinks I'm a cranky old bastard. This whole thing is fucking with my head. Emma won't even talk to me half the time, and it's killing me.

She's pregnant, carrying a tiny Stag baby. My fucking baby. And she won't talk about it since her stay in the hospital when she said ...