Page 102 of Muskoka Miracle

“Because there are so few surprises in life, I feel like this should be one of them.”

“I don’t care what sex it is,” she said softly.

“Neither do I,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Can you believe it’s only three months away?”

“No. Considering all we’ve gone through it sometimes still seems unreal.”

He kissed her nose. “So, back to that question before. Depending on what I end up doing, we don’t have to stay in this apartment.”

“We don’t? Oh Dan, I’dloveto live somewhere else. Can you imagine how squashy this will be once the baby arrives? And how on earth will we lug up strollers and baby stuff? Jackie’s told me she’s often gotten down to the car and strapped little Charlie in, then remembered she’s left something up here, and had to unstrap him and come all this way again, then do it all over.” She gestured to the room. “This space has been perfect when it’s been just us, but add one more—especially one who’ll have so much stuff—then how on earth are we going to fit that in?”

“So that’s a yes, then.”

She got up from the seat and flew at him. “That’s a total yes. Yes, andplease.”

His laughter was stolen by her kiss, and it took some time before they finally returned to the purpose of their visit here.

She finger-combed her hair. “Sorry for distracting you, birthday boy.”

“Hey, this birthdayman,” he emphasized, “is happy to be distracted like that any time you like.”

She smirked at him, then gestured for him to resume his seat. “Okay, I’m giving you a preview of a new song.”

His chest warmed. He could count on one hand the number of times Sarah had done that. “Is this for a new album?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“You haven’t mentioned a new album. Is this for Heartsong?”

She shook her head. “I think that season is done.”

“Whoa. Really?”

“The touring part, and maybe the recording too. Tisha has said she still wants me to write, but I feel like my time doing the other things is done.”

Wow. His heart was soft. “That’s a big call.”

“It feels like it.”

“Heartsong has been a big part of your life for a long time.”

She sniffled. “I know.”

“Hey.” He opened his arms, and she crawled onto his lap. She fit a bit less easily these days. “It’s okay to cry.”

“I’m not crying because I’m sad. Just…feeling emotional because it’s the end of an era, I guess.”

“God has new adventures up ahead.” He placed a hand on her belly.

She tucked her face next to his jaw. “And not just with a baby.”

That’s right. “Your new album. Can I hear something from it?”

“Okay.” She kissed his scar then slowly extricated herself from his arms and the chair, and moved to the keyboard and piano stool. “But this is the first time I’ve played it for anyone, so you need to tell me if it’s too cheesy.”

As if it would be. And as if he would. “It’ll be perfect.”

She rolled her eyes, but then smiled and ran her fingers over the keys, and began to sing.

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