“Are you sure?” I ask, nervous suddenly in case she hates it.
“Of course, I’m sure. She’s getting her own room with a TV the size of a cinema screen and a shelving unit filled with more books than a library has. What more could she possibly want?” Tyler reassures me.
“Yeah, you’re right. She’s going to love it,” I say. “And I’m going to do everything in my power to make her feel welcome here.”
“I know you will,” Tyler said. “And I will be doing the same. I’d love to get to the point where she drops in because she wants to you know?”
I nod my head. I do know and I feel exactly the same myself. We stay in place for a minute looking at the room, each of us lost in our own thoughts. After a moment, Tyler kisses my neck and I turn in his arms and kiss him on the mouth then rest my head on his shoulder. After holding each other for a while, I pull back and smile at Tyler.
“The room next to ours is going to be the next one to get a makeover I think,” I say.
Tyler smiles and nods his head.
“Ok. What are you thinking? An at-home office space or a reading room or what?” he asks.
“Actually, I was thinking more like a nursery,” I say with a smile.
It takes Tyler a moment to register the meaning of my words and then his eyes open wider.
“Wait. Are you saying you’re…” he starts then trails off and looks at me questioningly.
“Pregnant?” I finish for him. “Yes!”
We grin at each other and then Tyler picks me up and swings me around in a circle. He sets me back down and we kiss again. And just like that, Tyler has done it again. I didn’t think I could be happier than I was the moment he proposed to me but seeing his reaction to hearing I’m carrying his child; well, I am by far the happiest I have ever been.
COMING SOON - SAMPLE CHAPTERS
I smiled secretly at the stares from a few of my colleagues as I carried the deliveries outside to my van. It was stinging cold but that was not an excuse not to dress well. Wearing my favorite skin tight jeans and high heeled boots, I felt like a million dollars.
Which was a good thing because my bank account was close to zero. Ethan, my six-year-old son, and I were surviving on the little money I’d saved back in Rogers and now, this job at the grocery store.
“Be careful out there, Savannah,” Heather said, with a wave.
I grinned. “I will.” While a lot of people only saw the disadvantages of my job, for me, it was perfect. I could pick my hours, which meant that when Ethan started his new school next week, I would be able to pick him up and drop him off.
I only had two deliveries but both were up in the mountains. I packed up the two deliveries in my minivan or rather my Aunt May’s, and went to the driver’s side. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I said a silent thank you to my Aunt May. She was my mother’s younger sister and my favorite relative.
I felt a familiar stinging in my eyes and pushed the feeling back down. I had promised myself not to cry again. I’d cried enough. Aunt May would not like it. After typing the first address into maps on my phone, I turned the ignition key and the van roared to life.
Ten minutes later, I was out of town and headed up the twisting road up the mountain. Thank God it was wide and even though the weather had been terrible, today it was mild.
My phone rang from the dashboard. A glance at the screen and my heart skipped a beat. It was my sister Ivy.
My chest tightened as I pulled over to the side of the road. I grabbed the phone and touched the screen to answer.
“Hey Ivy.” My voice was deceivingly casual, hiding the fear coursing through me. I resisted the urge to blurt out if Ethan was okay.
“Hi,” Ivy said cheerfully.