Until December

Like my boys, December has become vital to me, a living, breathing extension of my heart, a part of me that I know I wouldn’t be able to live without.

“No way, it’s true. You’re both nuts,” he keeps whispering, and I hear my dad chuckle and Gareth make a noise like he’s trying not to.

I turn to look at Mitchell.

“I’ve got your back.” He gives my shoulder a squeeze then opens his door and hops out,

“Are you talking to yourself?”

I jump in place and turn to mock glare at Mitchell. “Don’t sneak up on me.”

“I’d react like every other man on the planet who found out the woman they love is carrying their child. I’d be scared but excited.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he wraps his arms around my waist suddenly, stunning me.

“Right,” I mutter, happy it’s been years since she’s been with anyone, but annoyed someone else touched her at all.

There is something about her that puts me at ease, and not surprisingly, she has the same effect on my boys.

Still, there is a strange feeling of excitement at the idea of getting this beautiful woman pregnant.

“Welcome to the crazy house.” Gareth shakes his head at both boys before looking at me.