Page 40 of Santa's Pregnant Bride
Nick reaches out, placing a finger gently against my lips. "Don't say it out loud. I desperately need both of these people to at least blow off some steam together. They're both wound so tightly that they need warning labels. If either of them gets an inkling of what might or might not be happening, they'll each run so fast, we may never see either of them again."
I nod slowly, his finger still pressed to my mouth. When he drops his hand, I adjust Aurora, who's fallen asleep at my breast, milk-drunk and content.
"I'm selfish," I say, quieter than before. "I love it here. I love being yours. But I want my best friend to stay, too, if I can manage it."
Nick's expression softens. "Don't get ahead of yourself, darlin'. We can't control destiny."
But there's something about the twinkle in his eyes that says he knows something. Some secret the universe has whispered to the man who sees everything, who knows exactly who's been naughty or nice. I wonder what my best friend is in for, what twist of fate is waiting just around the corner.
Whatever it is, I hope it's at least half as good as what I've found, looking between my sleeping daughter and the man I love.
Aurora sighs in her sleep, and outside, the lights in the sky flare brighter, as if the whole world is in on the secret and can't help but celebrate.
I'm home. We're home. And somehow, this wild, impossible story of ours is only just getting started.
