Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I park next to her car, and when she is about to get out of the truck, I motion for her to stay.
“I have to brush all the snow off. I hope it starts. Give me your keys. I’ll get it warming up, and you can stay here.”
“It’ll start,” she says with confidence as she passes me the keys.
The car does, indeed, start right up, and I set the heat on high before I close the door and get to work clearing off the snow from the windows and the roof. It’s not long before I see that the heater is doing its job, and the snow that’s left on the windshield starts to melt.
Joy gets out of the truck, and I join her, waiting for her to put her purse inside. She stands and turns to me, and I take her face in my hands and kiss her, long and slow.
“That should melt the snow,” she says when I come up for air. “Thank you for a really great weekend, John. I had a lot of fun.”
“Me, too.” I kiss her forehead. “When can I see you again?”
She smiles, obviously pleased, and shrugs. “I’m free most evenings.”
“Tomorrow night, then. Dinner?”
“I’d like that. Would you like for me to do some grocery shopping, and I can cook something for you at the cabin? I can just drive out there.”
“If the roads suck again, I’ll come get you.”
“Deal.” She nods. “Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow evening, then.”
“Joy?”
“Yeah?”
“Bring a bag with some clothes in it,” I advise her. “Because this is just the beginning for us, sweetheart.”
EPILOGUE
JOY
One Year Later
Christmas Day
“What an incredible Christmas present,” I whisper as I brush my fingers over my newborn son’s head. He’s so small in my arms, but he felt huge when I was giving birth to him. I glance up at my husband of less than a year and smile. “I guess this is the universe’s way of letting us know that Christmas will always be a special time for us.”
“But does it have to toss in a storm for good measure? Every time?” John asks, and I wince at the memory of my poor, frazzled husband driving his truck as fast as possible through a blizzard to get me to the hospital on time. “I swear, that took ten years off my life.”
“But you got us here,” I assure him and pass the baby to him. “What are we going to name him? We never did agree on anything.”
He’s staring down into the face of our baby, and then he looks up at me. “Remington John Wild.”
“Oh, I like that. Is it a family name? The Remington part?”
“It was my grandfather’s name,” he says. “And his father before him.”
“I love it. And I love you both, so much it takes my breath away.”
Remington squirms and then lets out a little cry.
“This little man is going to do big things,” John says before he kisses the baby’s cheek and then passes him back to me so I can nurse him. “I can feel it.”
“Oh, I agree. Remington Wild will be a force to be reckoned with.”
The End