by Amy J. White
At those words, we all pull out the fake snowballs. I hand Amanda one.
“It’s not exactly a snowman contest but we want to help you build the best snowman we can with these.”
I know it’s going to be a disaster, but with Marcus handing Amanda a stuffed snowman and the sudden flying of snowballs and the emergence of some of the nurses from the hallway, we soon have a full-blown snowball fight going on in the children’s area.
Amanda laughs more than I’ve seen her in a long time. Everyone’s kids work with her to help keep her involved.
Ben’s hand on my shoulder and his sudden hug brings tears to my eyes.
“Thank you,” He says.
“You’re welcome.” I hug him.
3 Months later
My foot taps on the tile floor of the bathroom of Marcus and I’s new house. Never in my life could I imagine something more agonizingly terrifying than waiting to see those two little blue lines.
Marcus joins me on the tile floor, settling into my side. “Take it easy, honey. Haven’t you heard about the watched pot not boiling?”
Our wedding went smoothly and like a dream.
Ethan hosted it at his ranch up on the mountainside. There was a large barbecue, bonfire and music from any number of people.
Practically the whole town showed up to wish us congratulations. Even Queen Bee Brittany showed up and offered a positive word for once.
When I looked at puzzled, she said, “I thought what you did for Ben Burke and his daughter was beyond amazing. I’ve never seen anyone do anything like that for someone.”
Okay, this isn’t happening. Where am I, the Twilight Zone? I thought.
She smiles and hands me a gift I thought might give me a heart attack. “Call it a gift to someone who gave a lot for a little girl and the hospital who needed it.”
I held the keys to a house. One that I had my eye on since Eric told Marcus he’d gutted it and made it Victorian Colonial, much like Eric’s.
“Brittany, I can’t accept this. This is your business,” I say.
She shakes her blonde head. “It’s okay, babe. I was a bitch in high school, hell, I’m a bitch now, I know that, but this was everyone pitching in to give back. If you want to thank someone, thank Ben Burke.”
After burying his daughter, Ben Burke put together a scholarship in his daughter’s and wife’s names. It garnered enough attention, the news went national.
Ben must have talked about me and the folks of Buchanan who worked to make his daughter’s last days nothing short of spectacular.
I remembered Eric bringing a paper to the store and showing Marcus who sent me a text at work the moment he got it.
We moved into the house not long after that and started preparing a room for the children I hope this test is going to bring me some good news.
“Agh! This is taking forever!” It wasn’t true.
The test had finished its workings but I just hadn’t gotten the nerve to look at it.
Marcus reaches to the counter top above me, pulling it down. “Oh my gosh!!!”
“What?”
He shows me the stick and there in the middle are the two lines I hoped for. “We’re pregnant, sweetheart!”
My heart is bursting with enough happiness, I feel tears burning the sides of my eyes. I wrap my arms around Marcus’ neck, pulling him to give him the most passionate kiss I can.
I let myself wonder how I got this man in my life.
Now that I had him, I certainly wouldn’t be letting him go.
About the Author
Amy J. White is a contemporary romance author whose stories predominantly feature curvy women and alpha men. She is a hopeless romantic, and your support is her inspiration.
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Also by Amy J. White
Ethan (Hot Small Town Alphas Book 1)
Casey (Hot Small Town Alphas Book 2)
Chaz (Hot Small Town Alphas Book 3)
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