Bella lifted the can of paint and set it on the ladder while Storm eyed her from her place on one of the pieces of plastic. Bella and Jack had moved into their new house two weeks ago, but they were still working on the inside.

Yesterday they had celebrated their first anniversary. They had lived in a small apartment in Grayson for most of the year.

Paper had been sentenced to life in prison and Rock had been placed on death row. After the trial was over Jack had accepted a job in Kingsville, a town two hours west of Grayson.

They had bought this old, Victorian and had spent three weeks restoring it before moving in. Now all they had left to do was to finish painting and wallpapering the interior of the house.

The door opened and Jack came in.

She turned to meet his frowning face. "What?"

"I thought we agreed you wouldn't climb on any ladders. That I would do that part."

She smiled innocently. "I was just getting it out for you to use."

He shook his head and smiled. "You always have a good excuse for what you do."

She laughed and turned to stir the paint.

He caught her around the waist and swung her around. "What did the doctor say?"

Her smile grew. "I wasn't going to tell you until later, but….he said we're going to have a baby."

He grinned and squeezed her tighter. "When?"

"It should come in about five months."

"That's December."

She nodded. "We're going to have a Christmas baby."