“Nope, I’m fine,” she told him. “Just enjoying the scenery.” She’d been a mite distracted. Pregnancy brain, she told herself. “Libby at the cabin?”

“Yep. I told her once we were settled in we could start fishing, so she’s busy unpacking absolutely everything.” He gave her a crooked grin that melted her heart. “Sorry in advance for the mess.”

“Oh boy.” Becca chuckled. Sometimes the “help” from her daughter was less helpful than it was just straight-up messy. “I guess we’d better walk faster to see what we can salvage.”

They got to the cabin a few moments later, and Becca loved the picturesque sight of it. It was nestled into the trees, the roof thatched with moss, the walls log and mud. It was cozy and adorable. Once she got inside, though, she just started laughing.

It was one room.

With a dirt floor.

“This?” she told her husband, sputtering through her laughter. “This is what you wanted to move our entire family into? It’s one room!”

Hank looked sheepish. “It’s cozy in winter.”

“I’ll bet.” She looked at the bed against the wall and shook her head. Libby had already dumped all their carefully packed clothing out on it and had scattered their things. Somewhere outside, Alaska was barking. “Can you watch the baby for a few? I’ll straighten up in here.”

“You got it.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss. “Love you, Becca.”

She smiled. He told her that at least three or four times a day, and it was better every time she heard it. “Love you, too.”

*   *   *

She fell asleep in the bed.

At least, she was pretty sure she did. All Becca knew was that one minute she was folding laundry, and then it seemed like a really good idea to lie down and just close her eyes.

“Becca? Baby?” Hank’s soft chuckle woke her up. He sat down on the edge of the bed as she rubbed her eyes. “Long day?”

“Mm, sorry. Just tired. Have I been asleep long?” She sat up, fighting back a yawn.

“About an hour. You okay? You never nap unless . . .” He gave her a suspicious look and then reached over and squeezed her breast. “Aha.”

She batted his hand away. “Don’t ‘aha’ at me. I was going to tell you.”

A big grin creased his face. “You were, huh?” He dragged her into his lap and gave her an enormous kiss. “How far along?”

“About two months,” she told him, unable to stop smiling. “Are we happy?”

“We are.” He kissed her again. “I’ll make sure you get plenty of naps on this trip, then. And maybe some alone time together.”

She snorted. “Alone time? You do realize we have a seven-year-old and a one-year-old?” She stiffened, alert. “Where are they, by the way?”