A Barker Family Christmas

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she wailed, before rolling over and off the bed, a mess of hair and wedding dress.
    Beau was on his feet and one step behind as she dashed for the bathroom. When she fell to her knees in front of the toilet, he was there, pulling her hair back, away from her face. Anxious, feeling more than a little helpless as Betty heaved until there was nothing left inside her, he could do nothing but be there for her to help her through it.
    When she was done, Beau helped her out of her dress. He took a warm cloth and washed her face, got her a toothbrush and then brought her back to bed with him.
    He held her until she stopped shivering and with a soft kiss to the side of her neck, he took a moment because he was unsure—and that particular feeling wasn’t one that Beau Simon was used to.
    “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he asked quietly, stroking her hair.
    Betty shivered once more and burrowed deeper into him. “Well,” she began. “You know how we…well, how we thought it would be good to try for a kid?”
    Beau stilled. They’d talked about it, sure, but in his mind it was something that would happen next year.
    “We just started…you just got off the pill,” he said, turning slightly so that he could see her face.
    Betty exhaled and offered him a small smile. “Well, Mr. Simon, either I’m fertile as hell or you’ve got super sperm, because I’m six weeks pregnant.”
    Pregnant. Holy shit.
    “Are you sure?”
    Her smiled faltered. “Aren’t you happy?”
    Beau couldn’t express what was going on inside him. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss. It was one of possession. Of love, desire and need. It was a kiss that said everything that he couldn’t and when he let her go, Beau was happy to see that some color had at least returned to her face.
    “Does that answer your question?” he said.
    “I love you,” Betty whispered.
    “Ditto,” he replied.
    “Beau?”
    He was busy nuzzling her neck. “Hmm?”
    “Merry Christmas.”
    “You too, babe.” His hands were finding all the spots that he loved.
    “Beau?”
    “What’s that?” God, she felt good in his arms.
    “I think I’m probably really fertile.”
    He smiled and gazed into her eyes. “I don’t know. I’m thinking the super sperm theory sounds about right.”
    “Do you mind if we just cuddle tonight? I mean, I know it’s our wedding night and everything, but my stomach is still queasy and…”
    He kissed her once more and buried them both beneath the covers. When he came up for air, Beau settled Betty against him, content and happier then he could ever remember. He closed his eyes and thought that he had to be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.
    “We’ve got the rest of our lives, Mrs. Simon. I’m good with that.”

 
    Chapter Fourteen

    Christmas morning…
     
    Betty woke up, slightly nauseous, more than a little exhausted, but so in love with her husband, that for a moment she wanted nothing more than to snuggle with her man and go back to sleep.
    It wasn’t an option this morning and glancing outside, she noticed sun peeking through the gloom. The digital clock on the table beside the bed said seven o’clock.
    Time to get up.
    With a grimace she planted a kiss on Beau’s mouth, a soft whisper of a thing, and slid from bed. She took a moment to gaze down at the sexiest man alive. She wasn’t joking. People Magazine had given him that crown the year before.
    Who was she to argue?
    His blond hair was a delightful mess, his once clean-shaven face was now morning rough—just the way she liked it—and the little boy expression on his face when he slept made her heart melt.
    Betty’s hands slipped to her stomach and a wave of emotion rolled through her at the thought that maybe she was growing a mini version of Beau.
    “Shit,” she muttered. What if there was more than one?
    Okay, Betty. Don’t freak yourself out just yet.
    She spied her overnight bag tucked into the corner of the bedroom and after a

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