A Partridge and a Pregnancy (Holiday Brothers, #3)

by Willa Nash

He blew out a long breath, then he fished my right hand from my coat pocket, cupping his fingers to mine so our thumbs were opposite. “One. Two. Three. Four. I declare a thumb war.” I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t cry, then said the next words. “Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Try to keep your thumb straight.”

I'm sorry.... what? lmao

I opened my eyes, slid my hand out of my pocket and threw the stick at him. Tobias snagged it from the air. “And a partridge and a pregnancy.”

what on earth just happened here???????

Why hadn’t he asked me the night of the proposal to stay?

Bro... the proposal WAS him asking you to stay.

Why couldn’t she see how much sense we made? How good our life could be? How good we were together?

I knew what it was like to be in love with your best friend. Pure magic.

He was right. I knew he was right. I’d known it for a week. Yet last night, even after all those words, he hadn’t asked me to stay. He wanted the baby. Just not me.

UGH!

Even as it took flight without me.

Thank God.

“I’m looking at my family. I’m staring at my home.”