Page 73 of Stella's Christmas Rescue
“How come?” Alex asks.
Jordan joins us and takes my eggnog glass. “Isn’t this your family’s recipe? I thought you loved it.”
“Oh, I do. But, for the toast, cider instead,” I raise my glass and they follow suit, “Alex, I had hoped to have you both here tonight for this. Jordan, I know you don’t want to redecorate the house, but we are running out of time for that. The reason I’m not drinking the super boozy family eggnog is that?—"
“You’re pregnant!” Alex erupts, and the party stops mid-sentence . Someone kills the music, and all eyes are on me.
Jordan looks in my eyes and asks, “Is…is that true?”
I nod. “I’m eight weeks along.”
He sets our drinks aside and kisses me so gently I almost cry.
Then he shouts, “I can’t believe it!” He grabs me tightly, then panics, “Oh my god, I didn’t hurt you or the baby just now, did I?”
I giggle. “No, honey. I promise you’re not going to hurt either of us with a hug.”
Then he wraps me in his arms. “You are the love of my life.”
“And you’re mine.”
