Page 7 of A Trident Christmas Baby

“What is this?” Alex asked, looking surprised.

“Take a look.”

Alex opened the bag, and she couldn’t stop the smile from growing.

“Where on earth did you findLittle Debbie Christmas Cakeice cream?” Alex asked, or more so squealed. Her mouth watered just looking at the pint container.

Tenley laughed. “I thought you would enjoy that. I stumbled upon it at the little corner store near the hospital. And don’tworry, I bought ten of them for you. They are in the freezer in the garage.”

Alex couldn’t hold back and tackled Tenley in a hug. Her belly bumped into Tenley, which made Tenley laugh.

“Whoa there, Chica. You need a warning label on that belly of yours.”

Alex laughed and playfully slapped Tenley’s shoulder, making Tenley laugh harder.

Once they both calmed down, Alex looked at her bestie and smiled.

“Thanks, friend. I needed that laugh.”

Tenley quirked one of her eyebrows. “Oh, you know that I have a lot more of where that came from.”

Alex chuckled. “Oh, I wouldn’t doubt that.”

“Alright. Well, I better get back to the house. Alejandra is sitting in the twin’s room watching them sleep.”

Alex smiled. “She’s a good big sister.”

Tenley grinned. “That she is.”

Alex hugged Tenley and thanked her again for the ice cream.

“You are still coming over tomorrow and making cookies and desserts with Bailey and me, right?”

“Yep. Alejandra is excited that she gets to help this year.”

“Bailey said Sienna was excited as well.”

“It’ll be fun.”

“Okay. Well, I will see you around noon tomorrow.”

“Later, friend,” Tenley said as she walked next door to her house.

Alex felt a wet nose touch her hand, and when she looked down, Zuma was sitting there looking up at her, his tail thumping against the ground.

“Well, boy. It is just you and me holding down the fort.”

He let out a small bark, making her laugh.

“Come on, let’s get you a treat, and then we can both have our snacks while we chill and watch TV.”

She walked into the house with Zuma following her. She went to the pantry and got Zuma a few of his treats, and the two of them walked down the hall to the TV room where they settled on the couch and ate their snack while watching another Christmas movie.

CHAPTER FOUR

Ace stood by the hanger with the rest of his team, his arms crossed, watching as Irish’s silver Bugatti sped into the parking lot.

Irish stepped out with his bag on his shoulder and carrying his rifle in one hand. He walked toward the group with an awkward gait, his legs stiff and his expression somewhere between anger and shame.

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