by S Doyle
She huffed. “You once told me you always expect a bad outcome so you’re never disappointed. Just do that now.”
“Can’t,” I said honestly. “I want things too much now. You taught me that. That I can have love and happiness. I want them all the time now. Now I expect only good things.”
Again she leaned against me and kissed my shoulder in silent acknowledgment that I made her happy, too. Which mostly shocked the shit out of me every day, but it was true.
The time ticked down in my head. We were well past the three-minute mark.
I stood up and handed her a test, while I took mine. I’d made her buy two, not as a failsafe but because we were in this together.
“We look on three,” I said and tried to contain the surge of hope I was suddenly feeling. “One. Two. Three.”
I turned the test in my hand and saw the word: positive.
I glanced quickly at her and there were already tears streaming down her cheeks. She nodded emphatically.
We were pregnant. I felt the tears rush to my own eyes even as I reached for her hand and lifted her until she was in my arms.
Together we looked at Jake. “You’re going to be a big brother,” I told him, my voice nearly cracking from emotion. “Don’t be an asshole to the kid.”
Joy laughed and hugged me again. I thought maybe we could stay here, in this bathroom, for the next nine months. Just the three of us while we waited for what came next.
But of course it was Christmas. There was a special breakfast to cook, presents to open, and then we were heading over to Wes and Penny’s for dinner later that night.
We would tell them. About the baby.
Then they would have to draw straws for who would have the privilege of naming him or her.
Because Joyful Knews Darling and Welcome Baby Darling were utterly incapable of it.
“I love you, Joy,” I whispered into her ear. “So much.”
“I love you too. Merry Christmas,” she said and kissed my cheek. “I hope you like your present.”
My Fake Christmas Fiance
Dear Wesley Kane,
We are not getting married. I know we had to get engaged as part of our companies’ merger plans, but a fake engagement is all I’ll agree to. For business purposes. We are never, ever getting married.
We have nothing in common. I’m the nerdy do-gooder girl with glasses and you’re the playboy with a new woman on his arm every week. I’m not your type, and you’re not mine.
Okay, so you’re incredibly gorgeous. And funny. And you keep giving me That Look. And you’ve ditched all your other girlfriends for me. And I’ve seen you in nothing but your boxer shorts, and I’m still thinking about it. Because…wow.
We have to be married by midnight Christmas Eve, and the deadline is getting closer. It doesn’t matter if you might be my dream guy. It doesn’t matter if I’m falling for you—it’s just a business deal.
We are never, ever— Oh God, I just kissed you again.
BUY NOW
How My Brother’s Best Friend Stole Christmas
I have one Christmas wish: to get Sam Porter, my brother’s best friend and the man I’ve loved from a distance for most of my life – to notice me. To really notice me. So, I’m doing that super cheesy thing where I get all dressed up at the Kane Co. Holiday party in the hopes he’ll see what he’s been missing.
And for the span of a blackout every one of my sex dreams about Sam come true. But then the lights come back on and he pushes me away with both hands.
So now I’m done with him. Done with his handsome face, and his not-so-hidden pain and all our inside jokes. And my love for him – I’m really done with that.
But Sam has been discharged from the Marines, and my brother has hired him on at Kane Co. In the shipping department. Where I’m the boss. And he’s…irresistible.
But Sam has his own Christmas wish and it’s me he’s wanted all along.
BUY NOW
Also by S. Doyle
The Bride Series
My Super Sexy Spy
Secret Boyfriend Series
The Boss Series
Alaska Hot Series
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