Chapter Three
“What’s wrong?” Logan asked, wondering if his voice sounded as tired as he was.
Julia was up again, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Can’t sleep. Heartburn, I think. I shouldn’t have had that second bowl of stew.”
Logan glanced at the bedside clock flashing 2:30 a.m. At this rate, it would be a wonder if they had more than a few hours’ sleep before the girls were bouncing into their room in the morning, waking them up to dig into their stockings and rip open their presents. He wanted to see their faces and enjoy this first Christmas with his new family, the girls and Julia.
He groaned as he slid out of bed and went into the bathroom for the antacid. He grabbed the container and took out two tablets before wandering in the dark back to where Julia was sitting. Her belly wa
