Page 44 of His Little Stowaway

“Well… I guess.” I shrug, and bringing her hand to my lips I kiss it, holding it against my cheek as we drive.

“Home?” she asks, shifting her hand from my face only to press it against her belly.

“Home,” I assure her. “Today, and every other day after it, I promise.”

Letting her know with a touch of my hand on her belly, telling the tiny life we both know is inside her already that none of us need to run anymore.

We’ve all found each other, finally.

We’re all going home.

Epilogue

Three Months Later

Brynn

“Don’t make that face at me, Pearce Masters, this is supposed to be a surprise,” I chide him. Trying to sound serious but it’s no use.

He always knows just how to drive me nuts, and in a good way.

Like hijacking my surprise with one of his own.

Okay, so mine isn’t exactly a true surprise, but I did manage to sneak an ultrasound appointment in while Pearce was at the office last time we were in town.

If Pearce was on to me about my surprise he didn’t show it.

I didn’t even have to look at food. I just packed on the pounds. If anything, Pearce made me eat most mealtimes, my nausea making it so hard, but it’s totally worth it.

It’s been a few months, and I never did get my period. I think we both just kind of knew at this point.

I felt it our first night, my very first time with the only man I know I’ll ever be with, was the night our little baby was conceived.

Our little baby—

Oh, I won’t spoil it. I need to have at least some kind of surprise to try to even match let alone beat Pearce at his natural gift for surprising me every day with something new and exciting.

We’re in the kitchen, where it’s warmest this time of day before Pearce has lit the fireplaces.

I’ve got the little envelope in my hands and I’m flapping it excitedly, trying to catch his attention and keep it as he slides another tray of his home baked lasagna into the oven.

“I’m listening,” he assures me, but I catch his little smile.

The one he can hardly keep to himself as he checks his watch.

“What is it?” I ask, already sensing he’s about to check-mate me in the surprise department.

“Oh, just thought we might take a ride before dinner,” he muses cryptically, making me almost forget about the envelope in my hand.

I shake my head, suddenly reminding myself that this is my surprise. “Pearce, I have something to show you,” I announce, hearing the tremor in my voice at the same time I hear bells.

Bells?

He raises his brow, wiping his huge hands on a dishcloth before hooking them around my waist and pressing his huge body against my belly.

Making me feel tiny just because of his size.

“I’ve… I was gonna—” I stammer absently, hearing those damned bells again.

“Pearce. What the hell is that?” I ask, suddenly worried.

The good, happy kind of worry I get these days.

That little ball of excitement inside me.

Knowing full well Pearce is up to something.

And tonight he’s in full swing.

“That’s our ride,” he says with a smile, reaching for a blanket by the back door.

“Pearce, it’s freezing out,” I whine, noticing the snow falling silently as he opens the door.

The sound of sleigh bells ringing clearly through it.

“What have you...” I try to start to ask, but I know better. I really should by now.

I hold out my hand, making sure I keep the little envelope safe in the other as Pearce leads me outside.

I gasp in wonder, with awe at what’s parked itself not far from our back door.

A gleaming white sled hitched to a massive pair of white horses takes my breath away.

I feel Pearce’s arms around my shoulders, then realize it’s a thick woolen cloak he’s put around me to keep warm.

His is similar, and we both have hoods if we need them, but I’m loving this light snowfall so far.

“What’s all this?” I ask, spellbound, half-wondering if Pearce is really just adding his own touches to my own announcement.

“This is our ride for the next little while,” he beams, keeping a hold of my hand and leading me over to meet the horses who toss their heads forward, stamping their polished hooves and blasting us with clouds of their eager breath.

“What is this, Pearce?” I ask him, feeling nervous for some reason but in the best possible way.

“Just taking my woman for a little ride before the snow sets in,” he says in a deep tone.

His eyes burn bright against the lanterns hanging from the sled as he helps me up into it before taking the reins like a seasoned expert.

For the first time in forever, it’s like neither of us has anything to say, even though I know I have big news and something about all of this just tells me that Pearce has something too.

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