Page 195 of Snowbound Threat

“What is it? Is the baby?—”

“Kicking,” she replies with a laugh. “Here. Feel.” Taking my hand, she places it on the side of her belly right as my son kicks again.

Joy consumes me.

A dad.

I’m going to be a dad.

“I love you so much,” I tell her.

“I love you, too,” she replies with a wide smile. Tears shimmer in the corners of her eyes, and I know she’s eating up every moment of this pregnancy, just like I am. There’s no explanation for it, no reason why she couldn’t conceive before and then suddenly could—though we know it was God.

He gifted us this baby.

This beautiful little miracle.

I lie back down on the towel and hold an arm out. Beckett scoots closer and rests her head in the crook of my arm as I wrap it around her and press a kiss to the top of her head.

This life is so much more than I ever dared to want.

Yet, here I am, blessed beyond measure. With a wife I love more than life itself and a baby on the way.

Even when I thought I had everything planned out, God surprised me by completely upending my life. Those hours when I couldn’t find Beckett were the worst of my life, but they led to the best.

Because, if she’d never walked into my precinct, I wouldn’t be lying here with her now.

I close my eyes and smile.God, thank You for being there in every moment. Thank You for bringing me here, God. You have blessed me far beyond what I ever thought I would find, and so much more than I deserved. Thank You. Please continue to guide me so that I am the husband I need to be and the father I never had. In Jesus’ name, I pray, Amen.

“Amen,” Beckett whispers.

“How did you know I was praying?” I ask, lifting my head to look at her.

She smiles. “Because I was thanking Him, too.”