Page 71 of Beau & Autumn

Gray shakes Beau’s hand and draws me into an awkward hug. He kisses my cheek softly. I can tell he’s just as reserved as Bob is, and maybe the man is also telepathic.

God, I could swim around in my guilt for the rest of eternity and still not be done.

“I can’t believe it,” Gray murmurs. “My little brother… and his best friend.” Why does it sound like there’s a question mark at the end of that?

“So, when’s the big day?” Georgia interrupts. “You said you want to plan a big wedding so we can all enjoy it, when were you thinking?” She begins flicking through the event book, muttering under her breath that this weekend won't do, and neither will that one.

“Woah, slow down, tiger,” Beau laughs. “We’re just going to enjoy one another for these next few weeks until we can tell Autumn’s parents?—”

“Wait, they don’t know?” Gabe winces.

“That’s gonna go down a treat,” Gray mutters.

“Need some moral support?” Brook squeezes Beau’s shoulder. “I got ya.”

“Shut up all of you! I’m trying to think!” Georgia looks flustered, her hair falling in front of her face as she frantically starts flipping the pages faster than a woman possessed.

“Did it hurt?” Hudson laughs, waltzing in the room.

“Shut up, GP! I don’t need your shit today!” she gripes back.

Hudson stops. “Who died?”

Beau opens his mouth but Georgia beats him to it again. “No one, but they got married!”

Hudson frowns. “Who?”

“Who? Beau and Autumn! They’re married and nobody got invited because they’re so in love they forgot they each have a family who would've loved to be involved and help them plan their happy day.”

Just as she says ‘happy day’, Brooklyn sings out, “shot-gun wedding.”

So now I’m going to have to fend off rumors about me being pregnant. Talk about the immaculate conception. My head spins. If only they really knew.

“What?” He balks, his brow scrunching in confusion.

“Yeah, it’s true,” Beau says, his arm still around me. My head whips around to look at my husband's astonishment. Woah, wait, we can fake a marriage yes, but we can’t exactly fake being pregnant. “I meant that we got married, not the shot-gun part,” he quickly adds.

Oh, kill me now.

Hudson turns to look at me. “Well, I’ll be damned. Way to go.” He slaps Beau hard on the back so he sputters a cough.

“Umm, thanks.” Beau gives me an awkward smile as he palms the back of his head.

“Don’t be praising these two anymore until they spill on this secret love fest that’s been building.” Georgia looks up from the paper diary she’s been madly tossing through.

“Can’t wait to hear it.” Hudson flashes his pearly whites at me as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Congrats, Mrs. Bassett, and good luck — you’re gonna need it.”

Mrs. Bassett?

“What?” Georgia places her hand on her hip. “I know he can be a pain, but you do realize Beau’s my twin, right?”

“No offense,” Hudson adds, trying to smooth it out. He is surrounded by Bassetts, after all. And he wisely avoids Georgia’s glare. “But this family can be intense. She’s going to need all the luck she can get.”

I press my lips together as Gray slaps his best friend on the back with a chuckle.

“And that’s saying something,” Gray says. “Now. As Georgia said, let's hear all about this sudden rush into marriage-hood you two, I can’t wait to hear it.”

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