Page 49 of Inked Devotion

“Is that what I think it is?” Mom exclaimed, and I looked over and blinked.

“It is,” Archer said, his cheeks red.

“You’re engaged?” Mom asked, and everyone started talking at once. People were crying, hugging Archer close, patting Marc on the back.

I just shook my head, a smile playing on my lips, as Brenna came to my side and leaned against me. “Well, maybe today isn’t the day,” she whispered.

I looked at her then and shook my head. “Maybe we wait?”

It would be customary to wait until she was in her second trimester, in case something happened, but we had wanted to tell the Montgomerys as soon as possible because keeping secrets wasn’t going to be good for us. And we had a lot of planning to do, and that wasn’t going to be easy with keeping those secrets.

I let out a breath, and moved towards Archer, and hugged him tightly. “I’m happy for you, little bro.”

“Are you?”

“Of course I am.”

“Good, you just looked a little scared just then.”

I shook my head and hugged Archer even tighter. “No, that’s not it. I’m just really fucking happy for you.”

“And you,” I looked over at Marc. “You’re about to be a Montgomery.”

Marc raised a brow. “I’m not sure what last name we’re picking.”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter,” Paige said, and she hugged Marc close. Marc stiffened, but I knew that was just because he wasn’t a huge touchy-feely guy. Too bad he was marrying into the Montgomerys.

“What do you mean, that doesn’t matter?” he asked.

“You’re marrying into the Montgomerys. So even if Archer takes your last name, you’re still going to be one of us.”

“One of us,” everyone, including the non-Montgomerys, repeated, and we all looked at each other before we burst out laughing. Marc’s lips twitched into a smile before he pulled Archer to his side.

“Well then, that isn’t a creepy welcome at all.”

“We try,” Beckett said, with Eliza in his arms.

Brenna let out a little moan, and people looked towards her before she held up her finger and ran towards the bathroom. I cursed under my breath and followed her. Fuck it. I wasn’t going to hide that she needed help or that I wanted to help her, but this might complicate situations.

“Brenna?” Beckett asked as he followed us.

I held up my hand. “I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got what?” my twin asked, his eyes wide.

I stepped into the bathroom, knelt beside Brenna’s shaking form, and held her hair back as I reached for a washcloth to wet it.

“It’s fine. I’ve got you.”

“This sucks, Benjamin.”

She leaned into me, and I helped her clean up as she let out a shaky breath.

“What’s going on?” Beckett asked, and I looked up to see my entire family standing in the doorway, their eyes wide as they looked between the two of us.

“It’s nothing. Brenna’s just not feeling well.”

“You’re lying,” Beckett said, his voice a whisper.

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