Page 66 of Rambler's Snow Bunny
“And,” Aaron continues once the noise dies down a bit, “we’re having a baby.”
The room explodes again, the celebration even louder this time. Denali pushes through the crowd, a bottle of champagne in one hand and a stack of plastic cups in the other.
“A toast!” he calls out, popping the cork. “To Rambler and his fiancée!”
As champagne is poured and passed around, a sparkling cider for me, I find myself surrounded by love and acceptance.
These people are my family now.
Aaron appears at my side, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You okay, butterfly?”
I nod, looking up into his stormy eyes. “Perfect.”
His hand slides down to rest on my stomach.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Wilson,” he murmurs against my hair.
Mrs. Wilson. I like the sound of that.
“Merry Christmas, honey.” I lift my face for a kiss.
As his lips meet mine, I send up a thanks to the Gods for bringing this perfect man into my life.
It’s been a wild ride, but I wouldn’t change a single thing.
The End.
