‘Wait, let me get the map up, now I know where we were stranded.’
Ginny snuggled into his side as she peered down at his phone.
Will kissed her head, then laughed. ‘There’s nothing there.’
‘There has to be. We were there.’
He faffed about with the map some more, showing a street view that only offered trees and fields. ‘It’s not there, love.’
‘Why isn’t it showing up? That’s so bizarre.’ She put her phone on the windowsill, widening her eyes. ‘Ooh, what if it’s one of those magical places that only appears once every so often?’
Will grinned. ‘And it just so happened to appear for us?’
Ginny laughed. ‘Yeah, because we were stranded in a snowstorm. The magical Henshaws knew we needed help.’
‘And maybe not just in travel?’ Will chuckled. ‘Well, whoever they were, they accepted my credit card, so at least my bank account will prove we weren’t imagining things.’
‘Oh, Will, do you think the universe has been working in mysterious ways to bring us together?’
He laughed. ‘I honestly don’t care. I’m just grateful I met you.’ He took an obvious breath as he stepped back, holding her at arm’s length. ‘So, Ginny Dean, tell me straight. From this day forward, is it going to be just you and me joining our dreams and building a life?’
There had been many moments in Ginny’s life where she wished for the happiness she could feel flooding her whole being. She prayed it would stay that way after her next sentence.
‘No, Will,’ she said softly, gauging his expression. ‘It won’t be just the two of us, because we two are now three.’
He frowned, lowering their arms. ‘What does that mean?’
Ginny stroked over her stomach. ‘I’m pregnant.’ He didn’t respond, so she added, ‘We’re having a baby.’
A beat passed. Will’s eyes widened. His mouth sagged, then finally he spoke. ‘A baby?’
‘Yep. It’s early days. I’ve not long found out, but it’s true. Pregnancy confirmed.’
‘I don’t know what to say.’
‘That makes two of us. I was going to tell you about this even if we weren’t together. I want you to know that, but right now, I’m still getting my own head around it.’
Before she could say another word, Will pulled her in for a hug. ‘Ginny, a baby?’
‘Yes,’ she mumbled into his shirt.
‘I wasn’t expecting this when you brought me here. I honestly thought you were going to ask me to help with the chicken idea.’
Ginny giggled. ‘We have our own little chick to hatch.’ She pulled away so she could see his face. ‘How are you feeling about this? I know it’s a shock. It was to me too, but are you happy, mad, sad, or something else altogether?’
‘Oh, I think the latter, because I can’t describe to you just exactly how over the moon I am with my life right now. Ginny, love, I came to Port Berry to find answers, and I’ve ended up falling in love, settling down, and now I’m to be a father.’ Will’s smile dropped, and he flopped to the worn-through tweed carpet, slapping a hand to his head.
Ginny kneeled to his side. ‘Will, are you okay? Do you feel faint? Should I call a doctor?’
He reached out to her hand hovering by his forehead and held it. ‘I’m fine. I’m just having a moment.’
‘What kind of moment?’
Their eyes met. His filled with nerves. Hers with concern.
‘How am I supposed to know how to be a dad? I never had one.’
Ginny snuggled into his side, trying to find a comfy position on the hard floor. ‘Nor me, but I don’t think it’s about the way others raise or don’t raise their kids, it’s about how we do it, and if anyone knows that children need love, it’s us. We can do that much. We might not be experts, and I’m sure we’ll get loads wrong along the way, but as long as our kid knows it’s loved and wanted, everything should be okay, right?’
