Christmas Day dawned with white skies and an impending blizzard on the horizon, but that was not the reason why Avail's mate was so damn, er, dang angry.
Nope. His wife loved the snow and yet she stood there in a deep green dress that flowed over her extended abdomen down to her furry slippers flipping her beautiful blonde curls over one shoulder as she glared daggers at him. That is when she wasn't pacing back and forth across the whole living room.
"Pet? What's wrong? Didn't Dudley bring in the bear claws and honey buns you wanted?"
"Yes, Avail. The kind elderly butler did his job. He should get a bonus, a Christmas bonus," she narrowed her eyes.
Shit. He was missing something. Something big. But what the heck was it? He'd been consumed with worry over his lovely little mate's condit
