Page 80 of Silver Hills' Christmas Miracle

“And carrying my baby,” I whispered. “A future I never even dreamed of.”

“Just call me your little fairy godmother.”

“And you?” I asked, my voice whisper soft. “Are you happy?”

“So happy I’m almost convinced that I died when Anton was here and this is just a dream,” she whispered. “Because how are you mine? And how are things finally working out?”

“Effort,” I replied. “But if this is a dream, then we’re in it together.”

“How beautiful,” Kitty murmured, and she closed the last inch gap between us to kiss me slowly.

Our lips moved together as one, slowly overlapping one another while we danced slowly to the music. I wound my arms around her fully, and she slid her hand from my cheek to my hairline at the back of my neck.

Nothing else mattered.

Suddenly, Kitty gasped against my lips and we broke apart. Her attention was skyward. Just like the night on the balcony, the skies had opened. Soft, fat snowflakes drifted down from above and kissed her shoulders, sending a shiver through her body.

“Could this get any more perfect?” She murmured.

“I don’t think so. I have you. We’re going to have a baby together and raise it in this pretty little town, and if you’re lucky… really lucky…” I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her fingertips. “Maybe a winter wedding would top everything off.”

“Rook!” Kitty gasped and planted a firm kiss on my lips. “I’m not getting married with a baby bump, so if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, plan that proposal carefully.”

I laughed along with her and kissed her back as loud gongs echoed through the house from the clock.

It was midnight.

Christmas Day. I made it with the love of my life.

We made it.

“Merry Christmas, Kitty,” I murmured against her lips, pulling her close under the falling snow.

“Merry Christmas, Rook.”