Page 158 of Forever After All

He was right. She prayed for these stories every day. Ever since her friends had agreed to let her write their stories, she’d made sure her work would glorify God above all else.

“Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

Blake pressed a kiss to her lips before sitting up beside her. “So, you’re sending this one off next week. Who’s next?”

A surge of excitement had the baby kicking harder. “Asa and Lyric.”

“Oh, that’ll be a good one. The outlaw and the lawman.”

Everly laughed. “That makes it sound like a historical western romance.”

He snapped his fingers as the idea came to him. “The Cop and the Criminal.”

Everly scrunched her nose. “I don’t think Lyric would be too happy to be labeled the criminal. She’s changed.”

“I know, but it sounds cool.”

“Actually, I’ve been thinking about Gage and Hadley too. Hadley hinted that she wanted a story.”

Blake nodded. “Yep. The Mechanic and the Informant.”

Everly laughed again. “What kind of books do you think I write?”

“Well, the last one I read was Brett and Thea’s story, and I’m still tense about it. That was a wild ride.”

“Yeah, and Gage and Hadley were a part of that. Still, I think I need to make them sound like romantic suspense books instead of thrillers.”

Blake swallowed hard, and his smile faded a little bit. “Have you thought about Paul and Vera?”

She shook her head. “I’m not ready to write that one.” Paul and Vera’s story was special, and those two were still clinging to each other after all that happened. “I’m not going to ask them yet.”

“Probably a good call,” Blake said. “Are you going to finish working, or are you ready for bed?”

She glanced at the laptop, and as strong as her responsibility was to get the story done in a reasonable time, she had a husband who meant more to her than a few extra lines in the manuscript. “I’m ready.”

Blake stood and started pulling blankets off her. When she was sufficiently unwrapped, he slid his arms behind her back and legs.

“I’m going to get too heavy for you soon,” she whispered against his beard.

“Woman, do I look like I’m struggling? I got this.” He lifted his chin and headed for the bedroom.

Everly wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. Soon, he’d be carrying their little girl, and she’d gladly start walking herself to bed.

For now, she’d let her husband adore her every second they were together and leave the manuscripts unfinished. There would always be another love story to tell in Blackwater.

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