When I open the door, Lyle all but falls in on top of me. “Nosy, much?” I can’t help but laugh at the thought of him standing there with his ear pressed to the door.

He shrugs, looking around for I don’t even know what. “Everything okay in here?”

“Peachy.” Anika crosses her legs, reaching for the open laptop on her desk. “Let’s do this.” She tips her head toward the couch, urging us to take a seat.

I sit in silence, watching the two of them interact as though they weren’t just yelling at each other a few minutes ago. There’s no apology from either party. No lingering animosity, either. It’s a dynamic I’m not accustomed to. I’m a person who much prefers to hash things out rather than allow them to fester. But whatever works for them, I guess.

It doesn’t take long for the pair to draft the perfect response.

My only request is that they allow me to make a call to my parents before it goes live. I’m banking that since they haven’t been blowing up my phone they haven’t yet seen this morning’s breaking news starring yours truly.

Hello fans! It’s me, Lyle—your beloved bassist.

Once again here to confirm a little rumor you may have gotten wind of over the last twelve hours or so.

Yes, it’s true that I’m going to be a father, and I couldn’t be more excited.

It is also accurate that my wife was already pregnant when we wed, and that this child is not biologically mine. This was never something that was kept from me. I knew it at the time I proposed to her.

Having been adopted myself, I’ve never put much stock in biology. I believe that love comes from the heart. And I love both Sammi and this little one with every beat of mine.

When I married this incredible woman, I made a commitment to both her and our baby. To love them. Honor them. Protect them. And it will be the greatest privilege of my life to do just that.

So, why the secrecy? I realize it’s difficult to look at a celebrity and see them as anything more than a public figure. But I’m also just a man. My wife and I have family and lives behind the cameras.

Sometimes we choose to hold things close for a while for personal reasons. I’m asking that you respect our privacy. That you treat my wife and my unborn child with the same regard you’d want for your own loved ones.

Though this announcement came sooner than we’d have preferred, here it is: We’re having a baby! Grab a drink, put it in the air, and join me in toasting this momentous occasion.

To baby Livingston!

Hot damn. I’m gonna be a daddy, y’all.

Cheers!