“And if I’m not pregnant?” she said in a small voice. She really didn’t know how to feel about that.
It wasn’t like they’d planned on having a baby . . . but now the idea had taken root. It was planted. A seed, a small dream, and if that dream was taken from her . . .
Well, she knew it was silly but she thought she’d be kind of devastated.
“If you’re not pregnant and you want a baby, then a baby is what you’ll get,” he told her in a soft, husky voice.
She buried her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. “But what about you? If we’re not pregnant now will you want to try?”
Gray ran his hand up and down her back in soothing strokes. “A baby wasn’t on my radar.”
Maeve stiffened. She couldn’t have a baby if he wasn’t fully behind the idea.
“But now that we might be having one . . . like I said before I want this baby.”
Relief filled her and tears blurred her eyes.
“Hey, that was meant to make you happy,” he said, drawing back so he could stare down at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she replied huskily. “Nothing at all. I’m happy. Really happy.”
“Good.” Leaning down, he kissed her lightly.
And then the timer on his phone went off.
It was time . . .
18
FAITH AND REUBEN
Christmas Eve
The snow was growing thicker.
Faith studied it out the window of their hotel room. They’d woken up early this morning in the hopes of setting off to Wishingbone.
But the weather was looking terrible. Were they going to be stuck in this hotel for Christmas? This was awful.
Reuben sighed behind her and she tensed, turning to find him on his laptop. “This storm doesn’t look great.”
“We can’t get through?” she asked.
He eyed her for a moment. “I want to tell you that we’ll be fine, but I’m not going to risk your safety by driving in this snow. We’ll just have to wait a bit longer and see.”
That’s what she’d thought he was going to say. Anxiety made her antsy as she paced around the room.
“Come here, Little Blossom. Do you want to do some coloring? Play with your stuffies? Watch a cartoon?”
“Can we go outside for a bit?” She knew it was snowing hard and probably really cold. But she was feeling cramped and claustrophobic.
It just felt like if she got outside, she’d be able to breathe.
“Outside?” Reuben shook his head.
“Please, Daddy? Just for some fresh air? I’ll dress up warm.”
He eyed her for a long moment. “All right, for a short while.”
