Brie POV
Seven months later.
“Jenna. Please call Jenna.” I told my brother, Flint, gasping as I tried to hold back the pain shooting at my stomach.
It was the middle of the night, and I was writhing in my bed.
“What happened?” Flint asked on the phone, but I could hear the rustling of sheets. He was getting out of bed in a hurry.
Footsteps sounded outside my room. The next second, the door was flung open, and my three single brothers came running.
“Briana!” Marcus was the first one to reach my bed. He saw my sodden pajama bottoms, and his eyes widened in alarm.
“I am going to have the baby.,” I told him in between pants.
They looked horrified as they stared at me.
“But it was still early.” Rowan said.
“I know.That’s why I need you to call Jenna. She would know what to do.” I told them gasping in pain.
Marcus acted quickly. He grabbed me with the bedsheet and lifted me in his arms. He half ran out of my room while my other brother, Flint, held out the door.
Even through my pain,
