It was a week before Christmas and roughly three weeks before she got to meet her baby. She looked down at her belly and smiled. “We are almost there, Kira.” This was the first time she’d truly been by herself since Thanksgiving, and that was only because Lucas had promised his grandmother he’d take her Christmas shopping. Hope chuckled. He’d wanted to take her along and she’d let the tears gush telling him how tired she was. With a peck on the lips, she rolled over and went back to sleep. She searched the room looking for the reason she was suddenly awakened. The banging on her door startled her and she felt her baby jerk in her womb. She stared through the doorway to the front door, pushed off the bed, and waddled down the short hall. When she swung the door open, the smart retort she’d planned to say died on her lips. Staring at the man that had left her with nothing but a baby, she watched as he cocked a brow and placed a large palm on the thin wood of her front door. “Charlie.”
