His Texas Christmas Bride. Nancy Thompson Robards
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“Twins?”
Becca’s voice cracked. “I’d just gotten used to the idea of one child. And now there are two babies. The rules keep changing on me here. Or should I say the reality keeps changing. And multiplying.”
Nick smiled at her. The smile reached his eyes, making them crinkle at the edges. Ooh, those incredible hypnotizing brown eyes that looked darker and more soulful than ever right now.
“Obviously I’m no expert, but I hear change is par for the course with children. Just when you think you have it all figured out, everything changes.”
He shrugged.
“For someone who claims to know nothing about children, you sound pretty wise. But are you sure you’re ready to do this?”
What a dumb question. They didn’t really have any choice now. Or at least she didn’t. She was still bracing herself, preparing for the moment that he changed his mind. And if learning that there was not one but two babies didn’t send him running … She couldn’t quite let down her guard and let herself go there yet.
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Celebrations Inc.: Let’s get this party started!
His Texas
Christmas Bride
Nancy Robards Thompson
National bestselling author NANCY ROBARDS THOMPSON holds a degree in journalism. She worked as a newspaper reporter until she realized reporting “just the facts” bored her silly. Much more content to report to her muse, Nancy loves writing women’s fiction and romance full-time. Critics have deemed her work “funny, smart and observant.” She resides in Florida with her husband and daughter. You can reach her at www.nancyrobardsthompson.com and facebook.com/nancyrobardsthompsonbooks.
This book is dedicated to Cindy Rutledge and Renee Halverson. You make writing so much fun!
Contents
Becca Flannigan wasn’t a gambler. For as far back as she could remember, she usually leaned toward the tried and true. She’d choose dependable, low-risk options over games of chance any day.
That’s why it was particularly baffling when she discovered peace and the meaning of unconditional love with the simple flip of a coin.
Figuratively, of course. But she’d heard it said when you’re uncertain about something, you should flip a coin. Even before the result turns up, you’ll know what you want.
It was true.
The trip to Celebration Memorial Hospital’s emergency room had been Becca Flannigan’s bright, shiny quarter spinning in the air.
As she lay on the emergency room bed, one hand curled into the sheet and the other splayed protectively over her belly, she knew exactly what she wanted: she wanted—no, she needed—her unborn baby to be safe and healthy and unharmed by the bout of food poisoning that had landed her here in the hospital.
So, this was unconditional love, Becca thought as she tried to make sense of the foreign emotions that had commandeered her heart.
She’d never known a conviction like the one that had rooted itself deep in her soul; a certainty that she would die for the little being growing inside of her. But in this case, she couldn’t die, because now there was something so much more important than herself to live for.
A few hours ago, the stabbing pain from the food poisoning had been so bad that death might have seemed preferable. But the terrifying realization that being this sick might cause her to lose the baby transcended the discomfort and became all consuming.
At barely three months pregnant, she hadn’t been sure how she felt about her situation. Single and alone, she’d called it a predicament, a dilemma, a mess, a pickle—a gamble she’d taken and lost. She’d called it all those things, but she hadn’t called it love until she’d faced the very real possibility of losing her child.
Here, under the harsh lights of the ER, something had cracked open inside her, and her previously muddied feelings had spilled away and everything important had crystallized.
Despite the fact that she didn’t know how to find her child’s father. She hadn’t told her parents. Kate Thayer, her boss and best friend, was the only one who knew. The only reason Kate knew was because she’d been there with her in the ER when Becca had told the doctor.
Now the only thing that mattered was that the child growing inside her was safe and healthy.
This child was her everything.
At twelve weeks, she wasn’t showing yet—although her body had started changing, a subtle transformation, adapting itself for the nine-month