Sandra’s eyes go wide. “Is everything okay?”
I laugh. “I guess it’s all about perspective.” I shake my head. “I’m pregnant, three months. I had no idea… we weren’t trying. I went in yesterday, and the office called this morning with the news.”
Sandra’s hand covers her mouth. “Oh, Trista, this is wonderful.”
“Yeah? Trent will be as shocked as me.”
“You two have been through so many hard times, but you’re amazing parents, and this little baby is so lucky to have you.”
My eyes well up with tears again. “It explains why I’ve been crying over everything and why my jeans won’t button.”
Sandra laughs. “Go pack that bag, and maybe pack it for two nights — I think you and Trent need more time to adjust to this.”
I give her a hug, thanking her for being here for us.
“Always, Trista.”
And I know she means it. She says being a grandma is what she has been waiting years for, and that having a daughter-in-law has brought her so much joy.
I wipe the tears away as I walk up the stairs to the master bedroom. If Trent and I are sneaking away for a few days, I am going to make sure the love my life has an un-pho-getable time.
* * *
Trent and I slide into our seats at a new, upscale Vietnamese restaurant in town. The moment I picked him up, I told him the news. It’s impossible to keep things from him.
He is still in shock.
The waitress brings us our bowls of piping hot pho. I rip pieces of basil into mine, and he adds bean sprouts to his. We fix up our meal in silence and it’s killing me.
“Say something,” I urge, squeezing Sriracha onto my soup.
“It’s just… incredible.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Incredibly good or bad?”
“What?” he reaches across the table for my hand. “Good. Great. Amazing. Everything.”
“Oh,” I exhale. “I thought your silence meant you weren’t happy.”
“I’m just stunned. When we got pregnant with the girls, it was after two rounds of in vitro. It was after a lot of hard years and a lot of loss… so for this to happen without any intervention, it feels like a miracle.”
I nod, blinking back a fresh batch of tears. “That is what the doctor said.”
Trent squeezes my hand. “I love you so much, Trista. I can’t believe we get to have another child.” I see tears in his eyes too.
“Do you hope it’s a boy?”
He gives me a half-smile, taking off his glasses and wiping his eyes. “No. I’m a girl-dad, Trista. I’d be a lucky man if I had another daughter.”
Now we are both in a heap of tears and we haven’t even eaten, but our hearts are so full.
So pho-king full.
The Way To A Man’s Heart Book 6
You’re Waffle-y Cute
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Bailey says waffles are her favorite.
So when I ask her to Prom, I make sure she knows just how waffle-y cute I think she is.
But she's more than adorable -- she's everything.
Most people think Bailey's shy, but I know it's more than that.
The girl I love is hiding the truth.
And when she goes MIA the night of the dance, I'm scared she might be in serious trouble.
I'm done being cute -- I'm ready to fight for my girl.
Even if it means losing everything else.
Truth is, I love Bailey a waffle lot.
Dear Reader,
When you know, you know.
Billy has plans -- and he doesn't care if people think eighteen is too young to make a life-long commitment.
He's ready to make Bailey his waffley wedded wife.
Grab some whipped cream and maple syrup because things are about to get sticky sweet!
Xo, frankie
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About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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