Page 19 of Mountain Man's Curvy Christmas Temptation

To me she adds, “I’m ready to babysit anytime.”

It takes me a second to process her meaning.

“I’m not pregnant.”

“Not yet,” she says tapping my nose. “But soon. I feel it in my bones.”

I shake my head as she flounces away. We have a café to open, having a baby at the same time as we start up a business would be insane. I turn to Dominic, ready to share a laugh.

The look on his face wipes away my mirth. He’s staring after his grandmother in shock. If it wasn’t noon on a bright summer day, I might believe he’d seen a ghost.

“Dominic?” I ask nudging him with my elbow.

“We should buy a crib.”

“What?” I scoff. “We agreed to wait at least two years before we started trying to conceive.”

“She’s accurately predicted every pregnancy in her family since she was thirteen. If she says we’re going to be parents soon then we need to prepare.”

“Are you sure it’s not a self-fulfilling prophecy? Like maybe she told your cousins they would be pregnant and because of that conversation they tossed their birth control thinking it was inevitable?”

Dominic shakes his head.

“Take your pills. I’ll wear condoms. But I’m buying a crib and diapers.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Wait and see, Rachel,” he murmurs. “Wait and see.”

Ten months later we welcomed Diego Barlowe into our family. Apparently, the pill is ninety-three percent effective, and condoms are eighty-seven percent effective.

Yesenia was the smuggest woman alive when we told her we were expecting and even Dominic gave me a couple ‘I told you so’ nudges. Having a baby while planning the grand opening of my café was pure insanity but I wouldn’t change the timing for anything in the world.

I bake all day, doing exactly what I love, and every night I go home to a loving husband and a happy baby. Two years ago, I didn’t think I could have a family and accomplish my dream at the same time. Fate proved me wrong. Now it’sMuffin but Loveevery day.

The End