Page 22 of Tinsel and Leather

“Don’t fucking tease me, sweetheart.”

I breathed a faint laugh and pressed my forehead to his.

“Mikey asked me if you might be willing to adopt him as your son. The adoption papers should be in your stocking on Christmas morning.”

Reese swayed into me, turning several shades of white in the span of a split second.

“You’re serious?”

I nodded. He looked terrified and thrilled at the same time.

“Of course I’ll adopt him. I’d be proud to be his dad.”

I shifted closer, snuggling against his chest. Reese wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. When he placed his palm on my belly, I covered his hand with my own.

This Christmas truly gave me everything I wanted. A husband who adored me and our son. A baby on the way. And a beautiful home, ready and waiting for our family to grow.