Haven

Chapter Seventeen

It was three weeks until Christmas.

Isabella was revving and ready to decorate the house and get a tree.

This was going to be the best Christmas yet.

She was married. She was in love.

Her heart melted.

She was in love.

Marriage wasn't synonymous with being in love.

But God chose her to experience love and marriage.

She could never forget His kindness.

But there was more to this Christmas.

Her parents were around, and they were happy.

They weren't overworked or underfed.

They were kept cozy in a big white house.

And she was going to be a Mother.

She would say that nothing could be better, but she knew that God always had something more to please her heart with.

She would receive it all wholeheartedly.

Andrew was excited.

He felt like Santa Claus.

Isabella wanted her parents and Mary-Anne's family to come and decorate with them.

He hadn't had a big family Christmas in almost twenty years.

It excited him to buy gifts and treats for the family. He missed having a family.

But he was indeed Santa Claus during Christmas in Livingston.

Since Livingston was a poor town and the families couldn't afford presents or Christmas dinners, Andrew took care of everything for them.

This year he'd have a Mrs. Claus to bake him cookies and give him kisses to fuel his feat.

And a baby Claus was on the way.

His heart was whole.

"Bella, my love," He called for his most beautiful wife.

He wanted to look at her and kiss her until he was satisfied.

"Bella, Mrs. Claus, come here,"

Isabella laughed at the new name as she walked to the living room. "Mrs. Claus?"

Andrew opened his arms and captured her with a kiss.

His love was in his arms.

And his little love.

"This Christmas will be a very special Christmas," He whispered and kissed her ear.

Isabella shivered. "I think so," She was warm. He kept her warm.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good, happy, in love," She sang with a smile. "How are you feeling, handsome, lovely husband?"

Andrew grinned at his title. "Handsome and lovely? What a treat to be loved by you, Bella." He tenderly kissed her cheeks. "I feel like the happiest man alive. I'm married to the greatest gift, and she's carrying our precious life."

Isabella blushed and pinched his cheek. "You're sweeter than honey, Andrew." She crooned. "Can we get our tree today?"

Andrew nodded. "Anything for you, love. Mrs. Claus,"

"You make my heart jump and melt at once," She loved Andrew Quinn. "Why am I Mrs. Claus?"

Andrew chuckled at her adorable expression.