Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong?” Her eyebrows knitted together. “Do we need to use a blow torch to unfreeze your ass from the chair?”
Wearing a serious expression, he shook his head. When he stood, he faced her and Nolan. “I know it’s too early for us to consider having children, but...”
“But you really want some,” Hope finished for him.
“At least one,” he confirmed.
“Or two.” Nolan dropped his arm over her shoulders and bumped his hip into hers. “If you don’t want any, that’s fine, too. We’ll leave that decision up to you.”
“Well, that’s good,” she said dryly.
Nolan barked out a laugh. “I’m glad you’re onboard.”
“Well, it’s not like I have a choice at this point.”
Cam frowned. “What does that mean?”
With his brow furrowed, Nolan moved to stand next to him and stare at her.
She smiled.
And waited.
And waited some more.
She swore their mouths dropped open at the same time when it hit them.
Before they could say a word, she said, “I’m glad you two moved into my place.” While the Double D was beautiful, it wasn’t a place to raise a child.
“Holy shit,” Cam whispered.
“What? How?” Nolan shook his head and grimaced. “Not how, but how?”
“Apparently, we didn’t wait long enough for the birth control pills to kick in once we stopped using condoms. I know this wasn’t planned but—” The corner of her lips tipped up and she shrugged. “Merry Christmas?”
Nolan grabbed her by the waist, lifted her off the ground, and swung her in a circle with a loud whoop, almost taking out the nearby chairs. “Damn right this is a merry Christmas! I’m going to be a dad!” He gently set her back on her feet. “I mean, we’re going to be a dad.” He shook his head. “Dads! Whatever! Best Christmas ever!”
“Remember you said that when you’re dealing with dirty diapers next Christmas,” Hope warned him.
Nolan shot Cam a glance. “Good thing Cam’s already an expert with them.”
“Oh, hell no,” Cam said with a fake scowl. “Don’t think you’re off the hook.” His expression smoothed out and he pulled both Nolan and Hope into his arms, squeezing them tight. “I guess we have something else to celebrate tonight.”
“We definitely do. Merry Christmas to us,” Nolan said, picking up a handful of fluffy snow and tossing it in the air like confetti.
“Merry Christmas to us,” Cam repeated, giving each of them a kiss. “I can’t wait to tell Laurel.”
“Not yet,” Hope said. “Let me get through this first trimester, then we can tell the world.”
“Can’t wait.”
Hope couldn’t, either.
Spending that Christmas with the two men she loved would be special.
The following year would be even better.