Archer was sitting in the back of Sasha's car as they flew down the highway, heading toward the Rocky Mountain National Park to meet the twins' friends. Once they saw the selfie Cece uploaded, it sent them wild. Belle looked at him with an amused expression as she showed him the comments.
''Looks like they think you're Scandinavian thanks to being so pale and good looking,'' the platinum blonde revealed, giggling. ''I'd say cosplayer, but once you get up close, you can see it's all real.''
The twins started laughing as he replied. ''Yes, I get it all the time with my wives, they try to call me pretty, but it pisses me off.''
''How many are there again?'' Belle questioned.
Archer shrugged, a cheeky grin crossing his face. ''Over forty, I think, and eleven children,'' he responded.
The young woman's red eyes widened in shock, horror, and many other emotions before she recovered from it. ''How do you do it?'' She continued, questioning.
