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“You know, I’m not sick. I’m just pregnant.”
“You’re supposed to be on bed rest,” Sebastian grumbles as he sets up the tree in the stand.
“Not bed rest!” I swat at the fussy old hands trying to push every square inch of my skin under the quilt they’ve got thrown across me. The fire’s burning in the huge fireplace with five stockings hanging on the heavy wood mantel. “He just said to rest. Not bed rest.”
“He specifically said that you should stay down as much as possible so these little ones have more of a chance to bake.” Granny glares at me, shaking her finger in my face like I’m still Evie’s age.
“You people need to stop being so silly. I’m fine. Except for the part where I’m desperate to do anything. Except sit in a damn bed.”
“Lie in one. Not sit. You need to lie down.”
“For heaven’s sake. I’m calling Dr. Peters. He’ll fix all of you.”
I pick up my phone and dial it, waving all of them off. “Dr. Peters? Yeah, this is Mistletoe Rowe.” I stop when I hear him chuckling under his breath. I glare over at Sebastian when he grins. “I should have kept my own name. I sound like a damn cartoon character. Anyway,” I huff. “I am being driven nuts by my husband and the grannies. They said I’m supposed to be on bed rest. I just need to rest more not do bed rest.” He answers me and I crow in triumph.
I point at all of them. “There you go, bitches! He did not say bed rest. He said more rest.” I switch back to the phone and smile. “Thank you. They are driving me crazy. I just want to help decorate the tree and do some Christmas cookies. That’s not too much is it?”
“Absolutely not,” he says. “Just as long as you’re not having any contractions or anything.”
“Nope! So I can go ahead and help with the tree?”
“Yeah. But stay settled until it’s set up. Sebastian can handle all that.”
“Thanks, Doc. I really appreciate you setting them straight.” I take him off speakerphone and point at all of them. “There you go. Just like I said. Now you fun police can just leave me alone. I intend to have at least a little Christmas cheer.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” Sebastian whispers in my ear. “I’ll show you my yule log later.”
“Ugh! That’s terrible.” He opens his mouth and I hold up my hand, closing my eyes. “Please don’t repeat it.”
The tree is standing up straight and proud right in front of the big picture window in the huge great room. Sebastian has already pulled a ton of ornaments from both families out and I hold out my hands, which he grabs and carefully pulls me to my feet.
“Now, let’s get this tree all pretty.” I smile at my little daughter, and she shoots me a gap-toothed grin.
“Pretty, pretty!” She yells and throws garland in the air like it’s confetti.
Sebastian grabs hold of her and lifts her up in his big arms. He’s the best dad in the world and my pregnancy hormones are double revving, driving me crazy every time I look at him. He looks sexy when he’s all shaved for a meeting. He looks even sexier on the weekends after he comes home from a drive with days-worth of scruff on his face, tired and smelly as hell.
I never thought I’d get turned on by the smell of man and horse but there you go… I’ve got it bad.
Unfortunately for me and my hormones, the one thing the doc did say in front of Sebastian at the last appointment was that he thought maybe we should lay off the sex for a little bit.
My mouth falls open and I seriously could have strangled him. How dare he! I need sex more than anything right now. And my damn gynecologist cock-blocked me! That’s not right.
My frustration is pretty bad right now because as per usual my hubby is following the instructions to the letter. He’s annoyingly excited about rules. Even when it means he doesn’t get any.
It’s disturbing.
But when we’re done decorating the tree and Sebastian is sitting behind me where I’m lying on the couch that night, his bulging arms wrapped around me. I sigh and sink into his arms. He kisses the top of my head and I lean back into him, relishing the feel of his warm body behind me. The lights on the tree dance and twinkle like colored stars in the dark room and it feels magical. Like we’re the only two people in the world right now.
Five years since I married my best friend and the love of my life. Five years since we finally pushed all the pain and bad decisions of the past behind us and started living in the present.
Our hands rest together on my huge belly, and he rubs it absently, smiling slightly when one of the boys pushes and runs his foot over my belly, making it ripple and roll.
“Can you believe this is our life?” He asks me, sighing and holding me closer.
I shake my head and turn my face into his throat. “No. I can’t. It’s pretty dang near perfect.”
“Not just pretty dang near. This is perfect. I have the woman I love more than life itself. My love, my heart, my best friend. You’re everything to me. I love you, Misty.”
