Merry Mitchell (Mitchell/Healy Family #3.5) by Jennifer Foor Page B

around. He said it gave me baby fever, and that having one right now wasn’t feasible with my career taking off.
    I wasn’t in a hurry to have a child, but hoped to someday fill our home with the pitter patter of little Noah Mitchells.
    “Are we still going to put the Christmas tree up before they get here?” I’d bought all new decorations, and couldn’t wait to see them out.
    Noah sighed, standing there completely naked. He ran his hand through his thick dark hair. “I reckon I can add it to the list.”
    “It’s not like you have to do it yourself. I’d like to help. It’s our first Christmas in the house. I’m just excited.”
    He stepped forward and kissed my forehead. “We’ll get it done tonight. Why don’t you make us somethin’ easy for supper, I’ll run out and take care of some stuff at Gram’s house. When I get back I’ll do whatever your pretty little ass desires.”
    I slapped him lightly on his backside. “Don’t tease me, Mr. Mitchell. My desires could take a while to fulfill.”
    “Oh, don’t you worry darlin’. I plan on takin’ my time when it comes to those desires.”
    I watched him saunter into the bathroom, while I took a second look at his perfect physique. If I hadn’t just gotten out of the shower myself I would have joined him, which in turn would have kept him from his afternoon duties, and then me from my Christmas decorating.
    For others, decorating for the holidays was something they’d always done. Unfortunately, after my mother got sick, we never even celebrated. Even after I’d gone to live with my uncle, I never had that excitement that children are supposed to have. I supposed most of the reason was that my only wish would have been to bring my mother back. When I lost her I thought I lost everything.
    Noah hadn’t just saved that lost girl, he’d made my dreams come true, even if it was by accident. Our chance meeting had taken us to New York, and that’s where I met my agents. The rest was history.
    Broken Love Darlin’ was a song I wrote about being without Noah. It climbed the charts, eventually going to number one. Never in my wildest dreams could I have envisioned it happening to me with my first single, but it did.
    You can imagine how both excitement and sudden financial freedom allowed me to decorate my first home with lavish detail. I didn’t just love being there, and feeling at home, I appreciated every single item that it held inside.
    For the past year all of my dreams had come true, and I couldn’t have asked for a better man and family to spend the rest of my life with. This was going to be my best Christmas, since we’d opted to have the whole Mitchell-Healy clan to celebrate at our new home. As much as I’d wished that I would already have the Mitchell name, I knew I had too much good to stay depressed about the wedding. It would happen someday; I’d be Noah’s wife, and then life would be perfect.
     
     
     

Chapter 2
    Noah
     
    We’d put our wedding on hold for so many reasons, but finally it seemed like it was going to happen. Even though a big event wasn’t important to me, I knew how much it meant to Shalan. Between her schedule, and the drama that always seems to transpire within my family, I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to be the right time.
    Shalan, a famous country singer, and my beautiful fiancé’ had been touring on and off for the past year. I’d hired several employees to take on my workload at the family ranch so that I was able to travel with her to some destinations. Many times I wished we could tie the knot without having to make a colossal deal over it. I wanted her to be my wife, and it didn’t matter how it happened.
    We’d been living together for quite some time, and I’d even built a house for us to raise a family in. For someone that always said I’d never get tied down, my opinions on that matter had changed drastically. I was ready to have my woman at home, where we could fill our