Christmas Eve…
If someone told Colton a year ago that he’d be married, he would have laughed in their face. He twisted the silver band on his ring finger and leaned against the entryway into the kitchen of the main house, watching his gorgeous wife wiggle her fanny to some pop song while she prepared his favorite dish for dinner. If she wasn’t using a sharp knife, he’d sneak up on her, but she’d most likely cut off one of his body parts by accident.
“I can feel you staring at me,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.
“Impressive that you knew I was even here.”
She pointed to the window. “I saw you coming in the reflection. How is everything at the hotel?”
“All good. Where are my parents and your dad?”
“Believe it or not, they took the four-wheelers out for a joyride.” She set the knife on the butcher block and wiped her hands on her apron. “So, come on over here and give your wife a proper kiss hello.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He sauntered across the kitchen and drew Flynn into his arms. He used to think that anything outside of being in Delta Force would be boring as hell, but every day with Flynn was like inside a F-15 fighter jet and hitting Mach five. He pressed his mouth against her plump lips. He’d never tire of loving Flynn.
“Would you like some wine?” she asked.
“Absolutely.”
He leaned against the island and watched with admiration while she poured him a tall glass in a plastic cup. “You’re not having any?” He thought about questioning her choice of goblets, but then what difference did it make. Wine was wine.
“Not tonight. Actually, not for the next eight months.”
“What?” He swirled the wine, letting the red liquid hug the sides. He brought it to his nose and took a good sniff. “Why are you holding off for…” The glass slipped through his fingers and crashed on the floor.
The plastic bounced three times before it rolled under the kitchen table.
“And that right there is why I didn’t give you something you could break,” she said with a beaming smile.
“Are you pregnant?”
Her bright smile that puffed out her cheeks and put a big twinkle in her eye said it all.
“We’re going to be parents?” He gripped the side of the counter. “I think I need to sit down.”
“Rest up, honey, because this time next year, we’re going to have a baby who will be more demanding than any of our guests.”
“A baby,” he whispered as he sat at the table, pulling Flynn to his lap. “How did I get so lucky?”
She cupped his cheeks. “I’m the lucky one.”
“Our baby will be the lucky one with you as his or her mother.”
Flynn smiled. “True. Very true.”
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you more.”
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