A Partridge and a Pregnancy

<p>There are a lot of places I'd rather spend Christmas Eve morning than on a cold snowy sidewalk outside someone else's home. I'd kill to be sitting beside a fireplace drinking cocoa wearing flannel pajamas and reading a book.</p><p><br></p><p>Instead I'm here standing in front of my one-night stand's house working up the courage to ring the doorbell and tell him I'm pregnant.</p><p><br></p><p>I hate that term-one-night stand. It sounds so cheap and sleezy. Tobias Holiday is neither of those things. He's handsome and caring. Witty and charismatic. And once a long time ago he was mine.</p><p><br></p><p>Our one-night reunion was only supposed to be a hookup. A fling with an old lover. A parting farewell before I moved to London and put my feelings for him an ocean away. How exactly am I supposed to explain that to Tobias that I'm having a baby? His baby? Maybe I could sing it. He always loved the silly songs I made up in the shower.</p><p><br></p><p>Three French hens two turtle doves.</p><p><br></p><p>And a partridge and a pregnancy.</p></strong></p><p><strong><span>2025 IngramSpark® Editorial Selection - Romance</span></strong></p>