“I have—”
“Now, Wyatt,” he pressed, and I nodded, grabbing my cell phone and calling her medical assistant, who happened to answer the phone with a promise to call me back before the end of the day.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” Sundance promised.
“Hey,” I said, tugging on his cut and pulling him back to me. “Thanks for being bossy.”
He grinned. “I love you, Dimples. You’ve looked after everyone most of your life. It’s time you get used to someone lookin’ out for you, got it?”
I smiled. “I’m getting there.”
“Get there faster.”
I chuckled. “Yes, sir.”
He kissed me, leaving me to take care of everything, and I sent up a quiet prayer of thanks for the life I hadn’t expected and the man who’d made it all happen.
Wyatt
Eighteen months later…
ISETTLED OUR one-year-old baby girl in her crib, and she smiled up at me. Reagan Morgan Graves was the spitting image of her daddy, but she had my eyes and those eyes crinkled at the corners whenever she laughed. Which was often.
“I’m here,” Sundance whispered as he rushed into the room. “Is she asleep?”
“Nope,” I said, and stepped aside. “I just put her down.”
It was Wednesday, which meant church, so Sundance had walked the quarter mile from the cabin, and it had apparently ended early. It was unusually warm, but snow was coming, so he’d have to drive going forward.
We were currently living in the home we’d built on the compound land and it was more than I could have imagined… or dreamed of. Four bedrooms, plus a den, five bathrooms, along with a full basement that had a bedroom, bathroom, and access for Teddy who was finally living with us full-time. Our great room had a floor to ceiling stone fireplace with large windows on each side so we could watch the snow, and our kitchen was bigger than anything I’d ever cooked in before. To say it was my dream house was an understatement.
“Dada!” Reagan squealed, and he reached in and lifted her out of her crib, holding her close.
“Hey, princess,” he cooed.
She cupped his face and gave him open mouthed kisses as I got rid of her diaper and dropped her clothes in the hamper. I loved Reagan’s room. We’d gone with a giraffe theme, for obvious reasons, but even more so, because Ellie the giraffe had her calf the same day I had Reagan. Violet thought this was the greatest thing ever and giraffes began showing up as baby gifts from the second we arrived home.
“Did you read to her?” he asked.
“Yes. Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you’d be home in time.”
“It’s okay,” he said, and kissed her. “Tomorrow I’ll take care of that.”
“Okay, honey.” I wrapped an arm around his waist and stroked Reagan’s cheek. “Daddy’s favorite thing in the world is reading to you, huh?”
“Not myfavoritething in the world,” he countered. “But certainly one of them.”
I chuckled and Reagan laughed along with me. “Where’s Teddy?”
“He’s still working on that bike with Wrath. They’re becoming besties. He said he’d bring him back when they were done.”
“He doesn’t need to babysit. He knows that, right?”
“Do you think Wrath would spend time with anyone he either didn’t like or didn’t want to spend time with?”
I sighed. “I guess not.”
Sundance smiled. “Your brother’s learning a new skill, Dimples, and he’s thriving. Stop worrying.”
