I look up at my tall, handsome walked-through-hell cowboy and smile. “I’ll always be your home, honey.”
He smiles down at me. “I love you.”
“I love you too my cowboy for a night turned forever.”
He kisses me. “Forever. That’s exactly how home should be.”
Epilogue
Jonas
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One of my favorite things to do is to sneak away from the ranch early and surprise my beautiful wife. We’ve been married for seven months, but I feel like we just had the ceremony yesterday.
Our lives meld together perfectly unless I leave the toilet seat up. She’s not happy about that when she discovers it in the middle of the night. And I’ve heard my full name a lot when that happens.
The door of the flower shop opens and the love of my life steps out onto the sidewalk. Her face lights up when she sees me leaning against my truck. “Hey, baby. Want to ride a cowboy?”
She comes to stand beside me, crossing her arms and leaning against the truck as well. “I don’t think you’re going to be up for that.”
I stop smiling. “What happened?”
She takes my hand and runs her fingers across the back of it. “Because I took a test today and the results shocked me.”
I frown. “What test are you studying for?”
“Kids.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I took a pregnancy test and it says we’re going to have one.”
“Wh—you’re…we’re…”
She nods.
“Hell, yeah!” I lift her and spin her around. Then I kiss her soundly because I don’t have any more words to describe how I feel. Having this woman love me is a miracle and knowing that we’re going to have a baby is another one.
“I know we haven’t talked about timing when it comes to growing our family,” she begins to say after I set her down.
“We were for-NI-cating like rabbits, honey. Our family was bound to grow sooner rather than later.”
She bites one side of her lower lip. “Are you worried about it?”
I shake my head. “No. Because I have a great example of how to raise kids thanks to my folks. I was older when I came to them, but I turned out fantastic.”
She laughs. “You did.”
I help her into the truck. “I’ll take you out to dinner.”
“I’d rather go home,” she says.
It hits me then that this is the reason she’s been so tired lately and grumpier than usual about the toilet seat. The demands pregnancy puts on her body physical must be draining.
I climb into the truck. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”
“Notice what? It’s not like I’m showing.”
