Page 75 of Marry Me Tomorrow

“We’re pregnant!” Trent says, then he wraps his arms tighter around me and plants a kiss on my cheek.

For a heartbeat, the room is silent. Then, it erupts into cheers, laughter, and happy tears. Maureen lets out a small gasp before covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes welling with emotion. Trent and I are smothered in hugs and congratulatory words.

“Your grandmother would be so proud of you and happy for you both,” Grandfather Samson says, pulling Trent into a hug. “And so am I.”

“Wow,” Gwen exclaims, “you all didn’t waste any time at all—but in the best way!” She raises her glass with a bright smile. “I’m so excited to be an aunt!”

“Oh, Jenny,” Holly says, pulling me into another tight hug, “I’m so happy for you.”

I squeeze her back, but when I pull away, I notice her blinking rapidly, her emotions spilling over. “Holly, are you okay?” I ask softly.

She sniffles, waving a hand in front of her face. “Everything’s fine, I swear. It’s just . . . all these hormones.”

I blink, processing her words. “Wait . . . what?” I whisper.

Greg places a hand on Holly’s waist, his grin giving away the secret before she even speaks.

“We’re pregnant too,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. “Surprise!”

Laughter bubbles out of me as tears blur my vision. “Oh my gosh, Holly! We’re going to have babies the same age. This is like a dream come true!”

“I’m going to be a double aunt!” Gwen cheers, her laughter ringing through the room as the others catch on, her face glowing with pure joy.

More congratulations and hugs follow, the room bursting with joy. I look around at this group—friends, yes, but more than that, family. This sense of belonging, of being loved, has always been something I longed for.

I place my hand on my stomach, where our little Hughes baby is growing—still barely noticeable beneath loose clothing, but there nonetheless.

Our baby.

This child will grow up in this beautiful, loud, and wild family. They will never know the harsh reality that I faced in my childhood, the ache of feeling unwanted. They will only know love and kindness and family.

Trent steps beside me, placing his hand over mine. I meet his gaze, tears in my eyes.

“I love you,” I mouth to him.

His goofy grin spreads wide, his happiness reflecting in my own.

“I love you too,” he mouths back.

It may have been an agreement that got us here, but it is love that will keep us together. For that, I will always and forever be thankful.

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