Page 131 of Vengeful Union

It feels like years ago that I attended Gray’s wedding and was captured, leading to all of this.

I’ve come full circle.

As much as Rory and I try to stick close together at the reception, everyone keeps pulling one of us away. There are so manypeople, family and friends that we haven’t seen in a while, and I get caught up in the party.

I don’t realize I've forgotten to eat until nausea washes over me, and I hurry to the appetizer table. I’ve been sick quite a few mornings lately, and I don’t want it to ruin my wedding night.

Paige offers me some champagne, but I turn it down.

I can’t keep the smile off my face.

Rory and I are going straight from here to a hotel near the airport since our flight is early tomorrow morning, so this is the last time I’ll see my family and friends for two weeks. We’re honeymooning in Fiji, and neither of us have ever been there, so we’re both excited.

Everything starts winding down at around ten in the evening, and I’m frankly exhausted.

I plop down at a table as Rory talks to my father, and Bree brings the baby over to see me.

My eyes light up, and I hold out my arms. She places him gently in the cradle of my arms, and I smile down at him. His eyes are still that newborn gray-blue, but I’m sure they’ll be the Murphy blue soon enough.

“He’s beautiful.” I rock him when he starts to fuss.

“He’s a mess,” she says tiredly, but she’s smiling. “Andalwayshungry.”

She looks at the half-empty bottle of water on the table and then back at me. “If you need anything?—”

I wave a hand to dismiss her, smiling. “I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll be calling you for marriage advice soon enough, but today, everything is perfect.”

Rory finally heads back over, grinning and making faces at our nephew. His face is a bit flushed from all the champagne.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” I look up at him after he’s done playing with the baby. I hand our nephew back to Bree.

“Ready when you are, honey.”

We say our goodbyes, and in the limo, I simply lean my head against his shoulder, exhausted.

I can’t wait to get Rory back to the hotel even though my feet hurt from dancing, and when we finally arrive, I giggle as he grunts and scoops me up into his arms.

“You’ve had too much champagne to carry me,” I tease, but he manages, kicking the door shut behind us and tossing me gently onto the bed.

I laugh out loud when I bounce and watch him with hooded eyes as he takes off his suit jacket and unbuttons his shirt.

“I have something to tell you.”

He freezes with his hands on the last button of his shirt. “If you’re gonna tell me that it’ll take an hour to get you out of that dress, I already know.”

I chuckle. “Well, that’s probably true, but it’s not what I want to tell you.”

Rory sobers, his expression shuttering. “Is something wrong?”

I shake my head, sitting up on the bed, unable to keep the grin from my face. “I don’t think so. What I have to tell you is that… We’re going to have a baby.”

He stares at me for a long moment, blue eyes widening in shock. “You’re?—"

“Pregnant!” I cheer, bouncing on the bed.

When Rory doesn’t smile back, my face falls.

“Is... is this good news?”

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