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Relief floods me, and the room begins to fill with police and ambulance crews.
He’s going to be okay.
The room echoes with a cacophony of urgent voices and the orchestrated chaos of medical equipment.
Saint, with blood-stained hands and a mixture of anguish and hope etched on his face, looks up at me. We cling to each other amidst the wreckage, tethered by the promise of Colton’s pulse and our new beginning.
As the paramedics took over, their trained hands a lifeline for Colton’s fragile heartbeat, I whispered a silent thank you to the universe.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Five years later.
“Oh my god. Jordin, look outside,” I yell in glee, running past the Christmas tree we’ve just decorated and towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
“What is it?” Jordin’s head pokes out from behind the massive ten-foot tree.
“It’s snowing. Quick, get over here.”
“I’m moving as fast as I can.”
“Waddle faster,” I laugh, leaning over the couch as large droplets of snowflakes hit the glass. It’s so beautiful here when it snows.
I gaze off, remembering our first winter after we moved in. We got snowed in for days, much to Saints delight. For five days straight, he walked around completely naked. I teased him that his dick would get frostbite and fall off. He responded that he would keep it warm by making sure it was inside me twenty-four-seven. He wasn’t lying. That man is insatiable. Even now.
Just then, the front door opens, and Saint carries a stack of firewood in his hands, shaking a thick blanket of snow off his hair, jacket, and boots. “Where did that come from? It didn’t give out for snow.”
“You guys couldn’t be finished already?” I ask unconvinced.
“Yep. I think you might have gone a little overboard, Angel. It looks like fucking Santa’s grotto out there.”
I send him a scathing look before asking, “Where’s Cole?” Looking around for him with a concerned frown.
“I’m here,” Colton chirps from behind Saint, then proceeds to belt out, “Jingle my bells, Jingle my bells, you can jingle them all day.”
Caleb enters next with a case of beer, pushing it into Colton’s hands so he can get to his wife, enveloping her in his big arms. “Caleb. You’re all wet,” she giggles, pushing him away.
“Needed to give my two princesses a kiss,” he says, kissing her once on the lips before bending and lifting her sweater to kiss her heavily pregnant belly.
Jordin and Caleb were trying to conceive for years before they found out they were pregnant. My best friend was beginning to lose hope after their fourth round of IVF failed.
“Not that, Colton,” I say, pointing my finger at him. “And by the way, Colton, Not appropriate,” I scold, folding my arms to rest over my tiny secret baby bump.
Colton chuckles, setting the case of beer down on a side table next to the antique lamp I picked up for a bargain at a flea market. Everyone says it’s the ugliest thing they’ve ever seen, but I love it.
“Break that, and I swear you better run.”
“It’s nowhere near your precious lamp,” he mocks. “Besides, it could be worse.”
I quirk an incredulous brow. “Really. How so?”
“I could have sung; All I Want for Christmas is Nudes. Which would be great, by the way, in case anyone was wondering.”
“I’ll tell my cousin you said that when he arrives, shall I?” Jordin teases.
His eyes narrow at her playfully. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” Jordin shrugs.
