Chapter 112. The Perfect Plan

I threw a piece of candy at him. “My son will not be named Almond Rowe!”

All three of us were in hysterics when the doorbell rang, and it wasn’t long before everyone had arrived. It was a sea of hugs and kisses, each one of them telling me how happy they were to see me up and around and back home again. Even Virgil was sappier than usual, hugging me and ruffling my hair.

I loved each and every one of them. And Nicholas.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel more for him than I already did, but it happened anyway. Not only had he arranged this late celebration just for me, but he made it special in all kinds of small ways. He may have vetoed the traditional route for our baby’s name, but he was pulling out every tradition in the book for our Christmas. Everything from stockings hanging, carols playing throughout the house, serving eggnog... he even put on a Santa hat at one point. Nicholas was usually the antithesis of jolly, but his seeing to every detail to make m