Page 16 of Cozy After Snow
I find her curled up on the couch with a pillow behind her head and a knitted blanket tucked under her chin. Her face is obscured by her long, dark hair, and I can hear the faint snore.
She is out.
I set my bag on the kitchen island before I quietly make my way to her side.
Leaning down, I brush a lock from her face and lay a kiss on her forehead.
She smiles in her sleep, and I swear it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
I kiss her again, this time moving down to the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes blink open.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey.”
She smiles at me for a few more beats before her eyes widen and she sits straight up.
“You’re home. Oh my goodness, I must have fallen asleep hard. What time is it?”
“A little past nine,” I answer.
“Nine!” she shouts, jolting up to her feet.
I watch her fidget for a moment, amused.
“Corbin,” she begins, her voice trembling with nerves.
I stand and wait, her big brown eyes meeting mine, and I smile, trying to gauge what has her on edge.
Is it the fire?
“I have something to tell you,” she continues.
“Okay.”
I take a seat on the sofa as she paces in front of me.
“Baby, whatever it is, just spill it, and we’ll work through it,” I say.
She stops mid-stride and looks at me. Fear is written all over her.
What the hell is wrong?
Fighting the urge to reach out and pull her to me, I wait silently for her to start talking, and when she finally does, it knocks me for a loop.
“I … I’m pregnant.”
Her whispered words hang in the air as a range of emotions hit me all at once. Surprise, disbelief, and then an overwhelming sense of wonder and joy.
“Pregnant?” I repeat.
She nods.
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack,” she mutters.