Because at long last, she was completely content and happy. She had everything she’d ever longed for: She’d met an amazing, loving man to share her life with, her career was fulfilling and interesting, and she had the most wonderful, delightful child on the planet. She was so blessed.
She watched now as Logan set Annabel on her belly on the carpet. He gave her diapered tush a tiny pat and said, “Go to your mama. Go get her!”
Tess gazed at her handsome, sexy Viking. He’d adjusted well to life on Long Island. He liked New York, and once he’d let his walls down, he’d been embraced by the entire family. Most importantly, he’d found new purpose. He was finally putting his degrees in social work to use, working at the Harrison Foundation as a consultant in several capacities. He was damn good at it, too. Tess was proud of him, and knew he felt good about being in a position to help others.
They were deeply in love, and the best of friends. All was right with the world.
Annabel scooted forward, squealing and babbling as she crawled toward Tess.
Tess shifted, swinging her legs off the couch to hold her arms out to her daughter. “Come here, baby. Come on!”
When the baby reached her, Tess lifted her up and showered her with praise.
“Guess I better hit the shower,” Logan said. “I’ll be quick. And I’ll be sure to take Bubbles out to go potty too.”
“Okay. I’ll get Annabel’s things together, the baby bag, all of that.”
“Teamwork!” He got to his feet and smiled down at his wife and daughter. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Tess smiled back up at him. “By the way, I need to tell you something . . .”
“Sure, what is it?” Logan asked.
Still holding the baby, Tess patted the couch cushion beside her, and he sat. She let her eyes roam over his handsome face then leaned in, unable to keep herself from giving his beard a quick little affectionate scratch.
He grabbed her fingertips and kissed them. “What’s up?”
“Um . . . I want to make an announcement tonight at dinner,” Tess said. “Since all of the Harrisons will be there.”
“Okaaaay . . . What are we announcing?” His pale green eyes studied her.
Tess smiled, took a deep breath, and said, “Remember when I said I had an errand to run this morning?”
“Yeah. So?” He reached out a finger to Annabel, who grasped it with a squeak.
“It wasn’t an errand,” Tess said. “I had a doctor’s appointment. I wanted to confirm the test I took two days ago.” Her smile deepened, the happiness bubbling inside her as she watched Logan’s face light up with shock and delight.
“Get outta here!” he cried with a laugh. “Are you . . . ?”
“Yup. I’m pregnant,” Tess affirmed. “Baby number two will be here in May.”
“Oh my God!” Logan shifted to hug both Tess and Annabel at the same time. “That’s amazing! I don’t believe it. I mean, we just started trying. It’s so soon!”
“I know. They won’t even be two years apart,” Tess said, looking down at Annabel, then back up to her husband. “Think we can handle it?”
Logan kissed her long and hard. Then, with a radiant smile, he said happily, “Together, we can handle anything. We’re the Dream Team, remember? We got this.”
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Nick Martell pulled up in front of his parents’ house. The engine on his sleek black Ford Mustang GT quieted as he cut the ignition, leaving him in silence to gather his thoughts. He had so much to tell his family, he didn’t know where to start. A gentle breeze blew, making the long leaves of the palm trees overhead sway against the soft blue of the evening sky. He let his head fall back against the seat and drew a few long, deep breaths as he looked at the house.
It was the same as always. His mom had planted new flowers in the bigger pot by the front door, a bright hot pink. Nick grinned; it was her favorite color, and reminded him of her. He’d grown up in a modest three-bedroom home on a quiet street in a decent suburb, only five miles from the center of Miami. His father had been on the Miami police force for twenty-five years before retiring, devoted to the job and to his family. Nick had worshipped his dad as a kid, and aspired to be like him as a young adult, which was ultimately why he’d become a cop himself five years before. Five years of hard work . . . and now, some payoff. He figured his dad would be proud of him tonight, and the elation of that made Nick’s grin widen.