Biker's Virgin

It wasn’t exactly how we had planned it, though we were both beyond excited. Declan was, too, and everyone else was dying to know if it was a boy or a girl, which we planned to announce at the party later today.

“Do you think we should make them wait?” Cole asked. “Not make the announcement until maybe the end of the party?”

I laughed. “Yeah right, good luck with that. You know that’s all they’re going to be able to talk about. They’re probably going to walk in the door, and that’s the first thing they’re going to want to know.”

“You’re probably right,” he said. “Maybe we should just tell everyone that we decided not to find out after all.”

We almost had decided to forego finding out the gender at the 20-week ultrasound. There were so few true surprises left in the world, it seemed (the good kind, anyway), but I wanted to know ahead of time; I wanted to paint the nursery and get some baby clothes, and not just the gender-neutral kind.

“I have been thinking about names,” I said.

“Oh, have you? I’m sure my mother will come with a list of ones she hopes we use.”

“My mom probably will, too. But... I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I think I know what I’d like to name the baby. If it’s okay with you.”

“Okay

,” he said. “What?”

I paused. “Marissa.”

I’d known from the beginning that if the baby turned out to be a girl, that I wanted to call her that. And after the big ultrasound and we found out the baby was indeed a girl, I’d taken to referring to her as Marissa when I’d talk to her in my head. Yet now as I stood there, having just told Cole, I felt a flare of uncertainty; was it wrong of me to suggest that? I had never met Marissa, after all, though by now I’d seen pictures of her, and Cole and his parents had told me stories about her, and she seemed like someone that I probably would have been friends with, if she were still alive.

Cole’s expression was hard to read; his face didn’t immediately break out into a smile, though he wasn’t frowning, either. But just when I was about to say that we could think of something else if he wanted to, he pressed his lips together and nodded. His eyes had misted over.

“I think that would be perfect,” he said softly. “I really do.”

“Me too.”

He put his arms around me and pulled me toward him. “I love you, Allie,” he said. “And our daughter.”

“I love the both of you,” I said. He smiled, and I leaned in and kissed him. I felt baby Marissa kick inside me, as if she was saying I love you too.

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CHRISTMAS VIRGIN

By Claire Adams

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams

Chapter One

Tristan

“Fuck, sorry man,” I said for the second time in ten minutes. “I’m going to have to put you on hold again.”

Jason laughed. “Geez, ever since you opened this latest resort, your old friends have become second class citizens, huh?”

“All except you,” I assured him. “You’ll always be a VIP in my books. It’s just I told my assistant to patch through only the really important calls and…”

“I get it,” he replied, with an amused laugh. “Go ahead, I’ll hold.”