Page 41 of The Mountain Man's Fake Christmas Bride

"I love you too, Jen. With all I have."

"And to think it all started with a fake marriage scheme." I laugh softly. "Not exactly the romantic meeting most couples brag about."

"I don't know." His eyes crinkle at the corners. "Hiring a fake wife who becomes a real one? Sounds like the plot of one of those Christmas movies you love."

"True." I kiss him lightly. "But our ending is better. Happily ever after with a baby on the way and a lifetime of Christmases to come."

"Not an ending." His hand spreads across my belly, warmth seeping through my nightgown. "Just the beginning."

As if in agreement, our daughter kicks again, a gentle reminder of the future waiting for us. A future neither of us could have imagined that snowy December day when a desperate mountain man hired his best friend's sister for a holiday charade.

The Mountain Man's Fake Christmas Bride. Except there's nothing fake about the life we've built together, the love we share, or the family we're creating in this cabin on the mountain.

And as the snow falls silently outside and my husband holds me close, I know with absolute certainty that some Christmas miracles are meant to last forever.