Page 47 of Darla's Christmas Knight
Folding her legs beneath her, she settled on the couch, rubbing her hands over the soft wool. It was patterned in muted greys, pinks, and blues.
The same colors of his first gift twenty-four days ago.
And today was Christmas Day.
And it was over. Done.
No more notes. No more gifts. No more surprises.
Bobby had achieved his goal of wooing his way back into her heart.
And she had achieved her desire to be pregnant by Christmas.
So why was her heart aching and her eyes watering?
A shift in the air alerted her to his arrival moments before he sank down beside her. “Morning,” he whispered, and tugged the blanket down several inches to nuzzle the exposed skin in her neck. “Merry Christmas.”
Blinking rapidly, she tried to clear her vision.
“Whoa.” He shifted forward and twisted to give her a thorough look, brushing away an escaping tear. “What’s wrong, love?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re crying, Darla. That’s not nothing.”
“It’s stupid.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s over,” she whispered.
All color leached from his face, he grabbed her shoulders,turning her to fully face him. “Over? Never. I refuse to accept that. I love you. You love me. We’re having a baby.”
She gaped at him, totally confused.
The blanket fell away as he moved. As he slipped from the couch to his knees, grabbing hold of her hands this time, gripping them tightly in his. “Don’t do this to us, Darla. Did I do something wrong? Say the wrong thing last night? Offend your family in some way? Whatever it is, I’ll fix it. Promise. Just tell me how. But I will not accept that we are over.”
Oh. Oh.
“No,” she protested. “You’ve got—”
“Please, Darla. We’ll go as slow as—”
She pulled a hand free and placed it over his mouth cutting off his words. “Adventis over.”
He sucked in a breath. “Advent?”
“Your notes, Robert.Theyare finished. Not us.”
“Not us?”
“Not us.”
Color seeped back into his face, and he gave her a sheepish look. “Right. Advent is over.”
“And I’m sad because I’m going to miss those cards and—”
“I have one for today.”
