Page 92 of Second Chance Baby

“I fucking love you so much.”

“I fucking love you just as much back,” I told him, as he slid me down to the ground and Flynn strummed his way into one of his Christmas hits, “The Biggest Gift.”

He was absolutely right. It surely was.

“Nice song, but who’s he,” Travis asked out of the side of his mouth as we turned to watch Flynn’s mini concert of Christmas songs with our daughter and Moose and John all watching in rapt attention.

“Ever heard of Flynn Sheppard?” I asked in an undertone.

His still glistening eyes widened. “The country singer? No fucking way. That’s your cousin?”

“It sure is.”

“You may not have a ton of family, but you make up for it with awesomeness.” Travis tugged me against his side to kiss my forehead.

As I glimpsed my older sister and my niece crossing the lawn to join the festivities, I had to agree as I grinned broadly. “I gotta agree. And our family is expanding all the time.”

He cupped my barely visible belly before he dropped to his knees to kiss the slight swell beyond the padding. Then he dipped back his head and seemed to speak to the star-strewn sky. “Thank you.”

I pushed back his hair, and he met my gaze. “We are so lucky. I’m so grateful for you and for our second chance.”

I had to laugh. “Guess our second chance baby is actually two. You always were an overachiever.”