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85. Marco Hill
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2026-03-05 20:00:03The night was cool and silent by the lake. I walked a few steps away from the cabin, far enough that Alice wouldn't hear the conversation, but close enough that I could still see her silhouette on the porch, her hand on her belly, watching me with that mixture of love and concern she'd perfected over the months.
I put the phone to my ear.
"Gustavo?"
"Marco. Sorry to call so late."
"It's fine. What's wrong?"
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A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 94. Alice Benette
The morning after the wedding dawned golden and lazy, as if the sun itself knew we deserved to rest. I woke up in Marco's cabin—our cabin—with my body sore from so much dancing and my heart so full it felt like it might overflow.Marco was still sleeping beside me, a heavy arm draped over my belly, his breathing slow and deep. I lay there, watching him, feeling the girls kick softly, as if they too were celebrating."If you keep staring at me like that, I'll think you're a ghost," he murmured without opening his eyes."Already awake?""For a while. Just enjoying.""Enjoying what?""The view." He opened his eyes and smiled, that lazy smile I loved. "My pregnant wife in my bed. There's no better view."I kissed him slowly, tasting the future.Two hours later, we were at the cabin door, ready to leave. Our bags were in the car, a gift from my parents—a comfortable SUV for the trip to the mountains. Rosa stood on the porch, her hands pressed against her chest, eyes glistening."Rosa…" I a
A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 93. Marco Hill
Marco:The party took place in the garden, under a sky that seemed painted especially for us—blue sprinkled with pink clouds, as if God himself were a romantic artist. Long tables covered with white cloths displayed mountains of food: Rosa's famous pasta, of course, but also pies, salads, fruits, and a three-tiered wedding cake decorated with sugar flowers that the little old ladies had spent an entire week making.The music came from a trio of guitars in the corner, playing soft songs that invited you to dance without hurry. Children ran between adults' legs, long-time guests gathered in groups, and Fiona paraded among the tables with the air of being the true hostess of the party.I was in the middle of it all, with Alice by my side, feeling the sun on my skin and my heart so full it felt like it might burst."Mr. Hill," she whispered, teasing."Mrs. Hill," I replied, testing the sound."It's going to take me a while to get used to that.""We have a lifetime."She smiled, and that s
A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 92. Alice Benette
The night before the wedding arrived, bringing with it an anxiety I hadn't felt since the eve of the ultrasound. Only this time it was different—it wasn't fear of the unknown, it was that good kind of butterflies in the stomach, the kind that makes you smile for no reason and forget what you were about to do mid-step. The problem was that I couldn't share this anxiety with the person I most wanted to. "Rule number one of weddings," Rosa decreed, hands on her hips and wooden spoon at the ready. "The groom cannot see the bride the night before. Bad luck, my dear. Terrible bad luck." "But we live together!" I protested. "Not today you don't. Tonight you sleep in the guest cabin with C
A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 91. Alice Benette
The eve of the wedding dawned golden, as if the sun knew that the next day would be special and wanted to warm the earth for the celebration. I spent the entire morning in a state of good anxiety, the kind that makes you smile for no reason and forget what you were about to do mid-step. Marco, on the other hand, was strangely calm. Which, coming from him, was worrying. "You're very quiet," I commented at breakfast, watching him fill his coffee cup for the third time. "What are you plotting?" "Nothing." His smile was too innocent. "Just enjoying the view." "The view is me in pajamas, disheveled, and looking like a hippopotamus." "Exactly."
A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 90. Alice Benette
The night before the wedding arrived, bringing with it an anxiety I hadn't felt since the eve of the ultrasound. Only this time it was different—it wasn't fear of the unknown, it was that good kind of butterflies in the stomach, the kind that makes you smile for no reason and forget what you were about to do mid-step.The problem was that I couldn't share this anxiety with the person I most wanted to."Rule number one of weddings," Rosa decreed, hands on her hips and wooden spoon at the ready. "The groom cannot see the bride the night before. Bad luck, my dear. Terrible bad luck.""But we live together!" I protested."Not today you don't. Tonight you sleep in the guest cabin with Chloe. Period.""Rosa…"
A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 89. Alice Benette
I threw a dish towel at him.After breakfast, he took my hand."Come with me. I want to show you something.""What?""Surprise."I sighed, but I went. Because with Marco, surprises always meant something good.We walked through the ranch, past the stables, the barn, the trail that led to the lake. But instead of following it to the water, he turned onto a path I'd never noticed before, hidden among flowering trees."Where are we going?""You'll see."The trail ended in a clearing that took my breath away.It was the ceremony site.But it was no longer empty. Arches of wildflowers marked the path to a simple wooden altar, decorated with lace and more flowers. Rows of white chairs were positioned on each side, and small lanterns hung from the surrounding tre
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