my phone confusedly. Who would call the bar to try to get a hold of me, especially when I’m only here two nights a week?
“Hello?” a male voice on the other end says.
“Um, hi,” I say. “My name is Jenna Cook Mistletoe. I’m calling from Moose Tracks. I heard there was someone looking for me?”
“I sure was,” the man replies, his tone immediately warming up. “My name is Chris Jones. I’m a producer from Greenleaf, just a few towns over. I saw you sing a few nights ago and was blown away.”
“Oh, man,” I stutter, blushing at the compliment. “Thank you so much. That means a lot to me.”
“I was wondering, Jenna, if you’d like to be a guest on WNBX Hearts. We’re a radio show that showcases local talent. If you have any songs recorded, feel free to send those our way, too. We’d love to promote you as much as we can.”
My jaw drops open; I nearly have to push it back up with my hand. “Um,” I say eloquently, and then manage to continue, “Yes! That would be incredible. I would really love that.”
“Well, good,” Chris says. “I’ll give you a call back in a few days and we’ll talk details. Okay?”
“Okay!” I’m smiling so hard that my face hurts. “Great! Thank you so much.”
He hangs up and I run to the front of the bar, where Joy is contentedly sipping her apple juice and Matt is chatting with Joey. They both shoot me knowing looks; Joey must have told him what the mysterious caller was asking about. When I unceremoniously burst into happy tears, Matt crosses to hold me in his arms.
“That’s not the reaction I expected,” he says.
“Me neither,” I manage between hiccups. “I’m just--I just didn’t know how I was going to manage being a wife and mother and performing, and I’m so lucky that I keep getting opportunities like this.”
“You deserve them all, my love,” Matt says, and kisses me on the cheek.
“Mama, why cry?” Joy looks at me pointedly, her pink lips pouting in an exaggerated frown.
I laugh and pick her up. “Happy cry, baby,” I say, pressing my lips to her smooth forehead.
I get my paycheck and we head back home. I still feel like I’m on cloud nine. How could life get any better than this? I wonder. Then, I realize that I know the answer.
“Matt,” I say, tugging on his hand for him to stop walking. Joy is fast asleep in her stroller, worn out from the morning’s activities.
He looks at me, and the sunlight sparkling in his bluer-than-blue eyes still makes my breath catch. “What’s up?”
“I have something to tell you,” I say, grabbing his hands.
He raises a brow. “Is it a good something?”
I giggle. “A great something. I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure, but I took another test this morning, and… well, I’m pregnant again.”
His eyes widen almost comically, and he cups my face with his hands. “Really?” he breathes.
I nod, feeling another wave of tears prickling at my eyes. I’ll blame it on the early-pregnancy hormones. “Really really.”
Matt grins and gathers me into his arms. We stand like this for a while, swaying gently back and forth, as the sun shines overhead and our beautiful daughter naps peacefully in her stroller. I wish I could capture this moment and live in it forever, but I know, too, that the future will be better than I can even imagine.
Matt kisses me gently. “I love you, Mrs. Mistletoe,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love you, too,” I say. I place a hand on my belly, already excited to meet our future son or daughter, already excited to grow our beautiful, perfect family and our beautiful, perfect life. I take Matt’s hand, and he grabs the stroller. “Now let’s go home.”
THE END
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Chapter One
Gabriella
“They’ve really never met before?” The words of one of my late-night customers float down to me and spark my interest.
Glancing up from where I’m wiping