Page 89 of The Blessings of Christmas
Connor’s arms went around them. “I am. You’re the perfect mother, even though you don’t want to be called Mom.”
“Do you want me to call you Dad?”
Connor paled. “Heck no. That’s Bill.”
“Well, there.” Tipping her face up, she kissed his chin. “You’ll always be my main man.”
“Don’t forget that now.” His eyes danced with mischief.
“Oh, Connor.” Her heart lifted into her throat, and she couldn’t say another word.
Logan joined them, eyes glued to the baby. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
“Want to hold him?” Amanda asked.
“Ah…sure. Why not?” He looked flustered.
Why not?Too late, Amanda remembered the sad story about Logan’s own son. Would McKenna and Logan have a baby one day? “Connor, I didn’t have a chance to tell you. Logan and McKenna are engaged.”
“No way. That’s terrific. Welcome to the family.” Connor clapped Logan on the shoulder.
“Thanks, Connor. Trust me, I’m lucky. Your sister’s something.”
“But not easy to handle.”
“What a thing to say about your own sister.” But probably true. McKenna had a lot of spirit.
Maureen stuck her head out of the kitchen and called Connor to carve the turkey just as Amanda settled Sean intoLogan’s waiting arms. McKenna strolled over, eyes focused on Logan and the baby as if she were taking a picture.
“He’s absolutely beautiful. And I see a lot of babies.” The good doctor couldn’t get enough of him.
McKenna touched Logan’s elbow. “Almost time for dinner. Think I’m going to help Mom put out the food.” She turned and left, leaving the two of them alone.
“Ugh. I couldn’t eat a thing.” Amanda’s stomach was still on a roller coaster ride.
“What, you don’t overeat over the holidays?” Logan asked, returning her precious bundle. Sean was still sound asleep—a good sign.
She shook her head. “Not me. I’ve still got this bug. Hope the baby doesn’t get it.”
Logan studied her. “Sure it’s a bug?”
“What do you mean?”
“Hasn’t it been a month since you were in the office?”
Legs weak, she leaned against the back of the sofa. “Are you saying…”
“I’m asking.”
“Logan, I don’t know. It’s been so crazy.” Sure, they’d gone through the in vitro procedure. She’d expected it to fail. The nausea? To her, it always meant the flu or ulcers. “Oh, my gosh.”
“Everything okay, babe?” Connor appeared at her side.
Her lips opened and closed like Sean’s when he was hungry. “Great. Fine. Can you hold the baby? Think I need to use the rest room.”
Connor didn’t need any persuading.
Backing away, she caught Logan’s eye and pressed one finger to her lips. She wanted to be the one to spring the news if this crazy idea were true.
