Coming Home

by Shirlee Busbee

  “Hmm, can't remember a time when I was happier.” She looked up at him. “We're so lucky, aren't we? We found each other and now a baby.” Her face clouded. “I feel bad about Sloan and Shelly. I'm thrilled for us, but I can't help thinking about how much they want a baby.” She blinked back a tear. “Shelly said that their time would come. That this was our time.”

  Jeb nodded slowly. One of his hands drifted down to her stomach, to the place where their child grew. His heart swelled with love for the unborn baby, for the woman that carried it, his wife, Roxanne. “She was right,” he said huskily. “This is our time.” And just before his lips found hers, he murmured, “Our time… forever”