Mistletoe Baby (Crescent Cove 9.50)

“Every time.”

My eyes misted as I touched Faith’s sweet face and the absolute awe on mine. “It’s beautiful, Cal. One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m glad. The two loves of my life right there.” He came up behind me. “And a little something extra back there too.”

I lifted the canvas off the easel and found another painting. It was larger and more square. I tugged away the covering and laughed. “That’s so perfect.”

The white shirt was pooled around Faith and a mass of Christmas lights on top of a pile of dropcloths. She was on her tummy and had the corner of the shirt collar in her mouth.

“I figure we can have this less intimate painting for the downstairs.” He pressed the side of his cheek against mine. “A little painting history of our mistletoe baby every Christmas sounds like a perfect holiday tradition.”

I spotted the tiny sprig of mistletoe in the corner of the painting with Cal’s signature.

“Our mistletoe baby. I like the sound of that.”

“So, what’s next? A firecracker baby?”

I spun around and wrapped my arms around his neck. “What happens if the next baby is conceived on a Wednesday?”

“So, you do want a next baby?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. And I guess a firecracker baby sounds good to me too.”

“And maybe a Valentine’s Day heart?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

He grinned. “I’m never going to stop doing that.”

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What was happening here? We weren’t even talking. Was this what occurred when under the influence of a lonely holiday meant for couples and some expensive champagne? I’d had a couple more sips in between rounds of Asher feeding me. Big, bolstering sips. The kind that made a normally shy, awkward woman feel bold.

“No ring,” I said casually—or so I hoped. I’d had plenty of time to see his hand as it came closer to my mouth. “You’re single?”

“Very. The kind of single that means I’m alone on New Year’s Eve, just as you are.” He lifted his thumb to his lips and licked off a stray crumb from the piece he’d just fed me. The movement was far more sensual than it had any right to be. “You are alone tonight, aren’t you, Hannah?”