Page 32 of Snowed In with My Ex

“Man–,“ he groaned. “We talked about this.”

“It might not have been a lot in your head, but it helped me get off my ass and go after her.”

“Two weeks later,” he reminded me.

“No.”

“Oh, sorry, you were stalking her before you actually made a move.”

“You’re one to talk about stalking,” I muttered.

“You’re right. Fuck,” he laughed. “Can you believe our life now?”

“Nope.”

“It’s fucking good.”

“The best,” I added, and we both sighed with contentment. “Merry Christmas. See you for New Year’s?”

“Yeah, man, we’ll be there.”

“Right on.” With that, we ended the call. I moved back inside, stomping off the snow that had fallen on me only to see my beautiful princess, my wife, my everything, still sound asleep on the couch. Just the sight of her resting easy made my heart a little lighter.

Almost like she felt my gaze on her, her eyes opened slowly before she stretched. Pulling the long-sleeved scoop-neck top up her stomach, giving me a peek of skin that made my mouth water.

“I fell asleep.” She yawned before sitting up. I joined her on the couch, snuggling her up on my lap.

“Ready for a surprise?” I asked, and her lips twitched.

“Is this where you ask me if I want to get knocked up again?”

“Fuck, don’t tempt me,” I growled, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “This is where your man gives you something and you can’t complain or argue with him.”

“What did you do?” she asked suspiciously, and I winced.

“I love you. I want everything you want to come true.”

“Win?”

“I leased some office space.” She opened her mouth to say something, but I quickly cut her off. “It’s next to my offices.”

“There is no way I could affor––“

“We can,” I interrupted and fought the need to kiss her because of how adorable she looked scowling at me. “We can afford it. You have a year lease.”

“Winston,” she sighed. I took the fact that she relaxed in my arms as a good sign.

“You know my building would be a great place for a law firm. For your firm.”

“I know.” She pressed her lips together before her eyes bounced to the tree and back to me. “It’s just that…” She worried her bottom lip, and it was me who was scowling, then.

“What is it?” I asked. She opened and shut her mouth. Her eyes once again bounced to the tree and back to me.

“Just… one sec,” she strangely said, hopping off my lap and moving toward the tree. She grabbed a box, returned right to her spot, and set the prettily wrapped gift between us.

“I wanted you to have this Christmas morning, but… since we’re into surprising each other…” She poked my side. I stared at the box with slight trepidation. “You better be the real estate master you think you are,” she warned.

“Why?” I turned my attention from the box to her. “Because that”––her head tilted toward the gift—“might make you rethink wanting me that close next year.”

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