Weeks later 

Isabella was sitting on the couch, surrounded by baby magazines, when Colton entered the room holding two cups of warm tea.

“Still planning?” he teased gently as he placed the cups down.

She smiled without looking up. “Just making sure everything is ready. I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

“You’ve checked that same list four times,” he said with a chuckle.

“Then I’ll check it a fifth,” she replied, pretending to be serious. “It’s my motherly duty.”

Colton shook his head fondly and leaned over to kiss her temple. “You’re impossible.”

Just then, the sound of a car pulling up outside caught their attention. Isabella glanced toward...