“I hope we can be one big, happy family. I want Austin and Gabriel to know they’re just as important as any new additions.”
He smiles. “Thanks, wildflower. That means a lot to me.”
“Will Amber freak out when she hears we’re having a baby?”
“Probably, but it’s high time she gets a grip on her life. She has to learn she can’t keep throwing tantrums. She used to get me all twisted up and upset, and now I realize it was her way of getting what she wanted. Well, I’m over it. She can either act like an adult or fuck off.”
I’m relieved to know that her hold on him is broken.
Needing to wake up, I take a sip of coffee, and my stomach rumbles. “How am I hungry again? Didn’t we just have breakfast?”
“It’s been a while since you ate.” He gives me a naughty grin. “Plus, maybe you worked up an appetite in the shower.”
My eyes go a little hazy with the memory. “That’s true.” I check out my husband, who’s sporting his usual attire—a t-shirt, jeans, and boots, plus that sexy backwards baseball cap.
“Wife, if you keep looking at me like that, we’re never gonna leave the bedroom today.”
“Why is this a problem?” It must be the pregnancy hormones because I’m ready to pounce on him again.
“Because half the town is in our living room right now, wanting to see you.”
“What? Why?”
He brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. “People heard what happened, that you were attacked, and now we have a table full of casseroles and baked goods. Sylvia and Baylee have been here for a while. They wanted to see you with their own eyes. Apparently, me saying you’re fine isn’t enough.”
I chuckle. “Well, let’s not worry them. Give me five minutes to get dressed.”
His brow lifts. “Can I watch?”
Playfully, I shove him. “Not if you want me to greet our guests.”
“Fine,” he grumbles.
Once I get changed, I head out to join him in the living room. My eyes widen when I see so many people. I thought he was joking when he said I had a lot of visitors. Judge Tate is here, Ty, Mabel from the ice cream shop, Mrs. Nash from the trading post, several of my high school teachers, and of course Baylee and Aunt Syl.
But before I get a chance to greet anyone, Gabriel and Austin tackle me in hugs. “Are you okay?” Gabe asks.
I lean down to squeeze them both. “I’m just a little scratched up. That’s all.”
“We were worried,” he says quietly while Austin nods.
“Aww, boys. I’m fine. I promise.” How sweet are these two? As I have them both in my arms, my eyes meet Rhett’s, and he winks.
Gabriel scratches the back of his head. “Can we still tumble this week?”
“I might need a few days to rest up, but then I should be good to go.”
The grin he gives me makes my heart so happy. When the boys run off, Baylee and Aunt Syl wrap me up in hugs.
“Mija, I’m so glad you weren’t hurt,” Aunt Syl says. “Gracias a Dios.I’ve never liked Harlan Calhoun. I can’t believe that man.” Then she lets out a string of curses in Spanish that makes Baylee laugh.
My best friend shakes me. “You scared me to death this morning. When I saw your message from last night and realized you never came over, I nearly had a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry. I never meant to worry you.”
Sylvia squints at me. “I’m assuming by the beard burn on your neck that you and your husband made up.”
I slap my hand on my neck. “Aunt Syl!” I chuckle. “Yes, we’re in a good place now.”
