“You’re going to be my wife. I can’t believe it.”
Noelle smiled and whispered her own little secret in his ear. He froze as she pressed his hand against her thickening stomach.
“You’re going to be a father.”
In front of the room full of clients and a couple of members of the press, Isaac Welch, strong businessman, fainted in a heap on the floor.
“Calm down,” Noelle said as the limo pulled up outside her parents’ house.
“How can I calm down? I’m about to enter the building where my woman’s parents live and tell them I’m the old guy who knocked her up. Your dad is going to want to take me in the back garden and shoot me,” Isaac said.
She couldn’t help but laugh at the way Isaac was responding. They were going to get married in the coming new year, so they had time to get her dad to agree to give her away.
Reaching over the space, she kissed him in the hope of giving him some reassurance. “Dad won’t hurt you because I love you. Besides, you’re still one half of the small guy inside me. He’ll love you like I do.”
Brad had decided to spend Christmas with Ben. In the last few days he’d managed to pull himself out of the bleakness that had consumed him. She was proud of him but scared. Brad was walking the fine line between being okay and snapping like a twig.
Isaac distracted her by resting his hand over her stomach.
“You’ve made me the happiest man on the planet. I’m so sorry for not being honest with you in the beginning.”
She smiled. Forgiving him had not been an issue. She loved him with all of her heart, and if she could forgive Brad then she could forgive Isaac.
“I love you, Isaac. Not just for the next few weeks but for the rest of my life. Even if you are older than I.”
He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled closer as the limo came to a stop outside her house.
“Enjoy the comfort I can give you. I’m about to lose my life.”
She grabbed his face and kissed him. “You’re not about to lose your life.” Taking his hand, she escorted him to her front door.
His hand shook as she pressed the bell. Her dad opened the door, a scowl on his face.
“Hi, dad,” she said. “I’d like to introduce you to Isaac Welch. He’s the man I’m in love with and whom I’m going to marry, and he’s the father of your grandchild.”
Her dad moved closer to Isaac. The two men stared at each other, each sizing up the other to see if one would falter. Noelle held her breath as the battle continued.
Dad gave in first. He wrapped his arms around Isaac, slapped him on the back as he did.
“Welcome to the family, son.”