Heavenly Angel:Divine Creek Ranch 3(136)

By: Heather Rainier


“Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue. You and me baby, we’re stuck like glue. Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, stuck like glue, You and me baby, we’re stuck like glue”

“Hey, that boy can dance,” Angel whispered with a chuckle.

“Let’s hope he’s a little more manly like his daddies when he’s dancing with girls,” Teresa whispered, covering a giggle with her hand as Michael wiggled his little tush to his tune.





Epilogue

Angel put Michael to bed and then returned to the living room. Teresa brought a wrapped gift and birthday card to the coffee table after both men were seated. The special cake lay under its cover on the counter. Joaquin presented his gift to his brother, a nice hand-tooled leather wallet which Angel loved. Michael’s gift to Angel, received before bedtime, was a picture he’d drawn of Angel with Michael on one of the stallions taking a ride. Teresa surprised him with a hand-tooled leather case for his laptop computer.

“You have one more surprise, my sweet Angel.” She rose and went to the counter. She lit sparkling candles on the cake and dimmed the light, then gave him the card with trembling hands. He opened it in the dim light and a slip of paper fell from it. She approached with the cake as he tried to discern what was on the piece of paper. The light from the candles illuminated it as she placed the cake in front of him.

“Make a wish, Angel,” she murmured as he looked up at her, confused, then smiled and turned to blow out the candles. His breath left him in a little, fruitless puff of air as the light from the candles shown on the lettering on the cake.

He read the words aloud, “Happy Birthday, Daddy…to be.”

Realization flashed through his brain, and he glanced again at the slip of paper, understanding what it represented. Joaquin’s sudden inhalation coincided with his own.

“No! Yes? Oh God,” he whispered. “You’re pregnant? Really?” He didn’t care that his voice shook, and he rose from his chair and swooped her up into his arms.

Her eyes glowed as she smiled at him. “Yes. I am, honey.”

She turned to Joaquin and said, “Congratulations, daddy-to-be.”



THE END