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

by Willa Nash

Regrets had their way of ambushing you during the quiet moments.

I’d started to worry, but as a self-proclaimed master-of-avoidance when it came to my personal problems, I’d dismissed it as stress.

Now he was looking at me like I’d lost my mind. Nope, just my menstrual cycle.

I mean seriously, I was growing a human being. Wasn’t I entitled to a week or so to process that one first?

Idle time was dangerous to my mental health.

“I could never hate you.” He caught a new tear with his thumb and brushed it away. “But I can be pissed at you. You can be pissed at me. And we can get to the other side by talking it out. So talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in your head.”

“We’ll always be family. But we’re not your family. Yours. The one you’re making. I love Mom and Dad. You and Heath. But my family is Violet. And for my daughter, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

“Are you sure? What about your home? Your family?” I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m looking at my family. I’m staring at my home.”