“God, yes,” he breathed as if he’d been waiting forever to hear that he’d be a new dad again. Evan glanced down at their baby and smiled, tears filling his eyes. The last time he held an ultrasound for the first time, he had been AJ’s ex-boyfriend. This time, he was her husband, and it felt so damn right.
There was much to do, to alter, to change, but he couldn’t wait. But for now, everything was right and perfect as he wrapped his arms around his beautiful wife.
“Because our children get to have you as their father,” she added as if she hadn’t just taken his breath away.
Evan pulled her closer and shook his head in utter awe of her. “No, AJ. We’re okay because our children have you as their loving mother.”
Tears slipped down her face as she brought her lips just shy of his. “I can’t wait for our baby to love you just as much as our daughter loves you. You might be their sun and moon, Evan, but you’ll always be my oxygen. Merry Christmas, my love.”
Somewhere between their kiss under the mistletoe, he whispered, “Thank you for my children, AJ. Thank you for loving me. For giving me this life and our family.” When he pulled back, he looked into his love’s stunning green eyes and felt his heart clench tightly, reminding him that she was, is, and always will be the one.
His AJ.
His best friend.
His soul mate.
The love of his life.
His eight protons.
And forever his eight neutrons.
Books By Len Webster
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Avid English Breakfast tea sipper and romance author, Len Webster spends most of her days writing, saying good morning to her dogs with kisses or trying to explain how the internet renamed her to Leonard Webster.
The cities of the world might have inspired her, but her entire being is content and at home in a gorgeous, small pinned dot on the map of Melbourne, Australia where every beat, crack, and scar of her heart has influenced the way she tells her stories.
Away from the tea leaves and written words, Len can be found immersed in the food and culture of brand new cities on #TheLenFoodTour or forgetting that her framed Bachelor of Business and Commerce from Monash University still awaits its place on the hook on her wall—sorry, Mum!
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All I Want
A Blurred Lines Christmas Story
Mackanzie Lane
Chapter One
Em
Dumping my bags by the door and my keys on the coffee table, I call out Colt’s name. I expected to walk in and find him lounging on the sofa watching a replay of last night’s game, but he’s not there.
“Stop. Don’t do that,” he says. His voice muffled behind the closed bathroom door. “Em’s going to kill me if she finds you in here with me. This was a mistake.”
There’s a thud and Colt curses. “What are you doing? No. Stop. Let me wash your back and get you out of here before Em gets home.”
I cross the room and crack open the bathroom door. Steam billows out and Colt laughs. Folding my arms over my chest, I lean against the door frame and clear my throat.
“Shh...” Colt whispers. “Get back.”
He sticks his head out of the shower, soap in his hair and plasters on a fake grin.
“Hey, baby!”
“Don’t baby me, what are you doing?”
His smile drops. “Showering. Want to join us?”
“Us?”
He glances down behind him. “Told you she wouldn't like it.” Then pivoting back to me he says, “Can’t shower dressed like that.”
“I’m not showering. I’m ready to leave.”
We’re heading home for Christmas and I planned to be on the road early to beat the traffic. I told him before I left this morning to be ready to go when I got back. That was two hours ago, and he’s showering now.
“But we’re not. So...”
I tilt my head and study him. His fake, over-enthusiastic grin is back on his face, water dripping down his nose and there’s...a chicken at his foot. Clyde clucks at me, then as if I’m getting in his way, he turns his nose up at me and struts back behind Colt’s legs.
“You’re showering with the chickens?”
“They need to get clean too, Em.”
“Do they, though?”
“What if they meet some nice lady chickens over the Christmas break?”
“Lady chickens?”
“Yes, Em. Lady chickens. They need to smell nice so they make a good impression on the ladies.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Pretty sure chickens don’t care.”
“Are you a chicken?”
“No, Colt. I’m not.”
“Then you have no idea. What kind of wing-man would I be?” he snickers. “Get it? Wingman, because they’re chickens. They have wings.”
“I get it.” I roll my eyes. “Just hurry up so we can leave. Your dad is expecting us.”
I close the bathroom door with a sigh. If I didn’t love him so much, he’d drive me insane. But I was used to his crazy and random actions. Growing up, sneaking in and out of each other's bedroom windows, finding solace in the dark, quiet of his room, I became well acquainted with his quirks.
I double-check I have all my things packed and make sure Colt has a bag ready too. Knowing the way his mind works, I have doubt he’s either not packed at all or he’s forgotten something, like clothes.
Pulling open his bag, I chuckle. A ball, basketball shoes and shorts. That’s it. I’m not surprised. By the time I finish packing his bag with actual clothes, ensuring I don’t forget the ball, Colt has finished his shower. He swaggers into the room wrapped in a towel, looking every bit pleased with himself.
I still have to pinch myself sometimes because I can’t believe he wants me. He chooses me. Most days I feel like the luckiest girl alive because I get to spend every day with him. It’s cliché and sounds pathetic, but he truly did save my life a thousand times when I was younger. We are fated to be together. Soulmates.
He runs a hand through his wet hair and watches me.