Page 111 of Unrestrained
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“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.
