"Noon for inventory," I confirm. "Don't be late because Colt kept you up all night."
"No promises!" She's already walking toward Colt's truck in the parking lot, and I can see him grinning at her through the windshield.
Mason and I drive home in silence, his hand on my thigh the whole way. The ranch is quiet when we arrive. Everyone in their own cottages and houses, living their own lives.
"Rosie really gone all night?" Mason asks as we enter our cottage.
"All night." I kick off my shoes. "Tucker promised to call if there are any problems."
"Good." Mason's already pulling me toward the bedroom. "Because I've been thinking about you bent over the bar all night, and now I finally get you alone."
My body responds immediately—nipples hardening, pussy getting wet. Four years and he still affects me like this. Still makes me feel desired, wanted, beautiful despite all the ways I'm not.
We're less frantic than we used to be, but no less intense. Mason strips me slowly, his hands relearning curves he knows by heart.When he finally pushes inside me, it's with a groan that sounds like coming home.
We fuck slow and deep, his hands gripping my hips, my nails scratching down his back. He makes me come twice before he finishes, filling me with that familiar warmth I've grown addicted to.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, sweaty and satisfied.
"I love you," he murmurs into my hair. "So fucking much, Lily."
"I love you too." I trace the scar on his shoulder. The one from the horse accident, the one he showed me that first day. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For finding me that night. For not driving past. For giving me a chance when you had no reason to."
"I had every reason." He tilts my face up to his. "You were exactly what I needed, even if I didn't know it yet. You and Rosie both."
Rosie. Our daughter. Not biologically his, but in every way that matters. He adopted her legally six months after we got married, and watching her call him Dad for the first time made us both cry.
"Think she's having fun at Emma's?" I ask.
"Definitely. Probably plotting world domination with that eleven-year-old mastermind."
I laugh. "Emma's a good influence."
"Tucker's a good dad." Mason's quiet for a moment. "Think we should give Rosie a sibling?"
My heart stops. "What?"
"A sibling." His hand slides to my stomach. "I know we talked about it before, but I'm serious now. I want another kid with you, Lily. Want to see you pregnant. Want to be there for all of it this time."
Tears prick my eyes. "You really want that?"
"More than anything." He kisses me softly. "But only if you do. Only if you're ready."
Am I ready? To be pregnant again, to go through labor, to have a newborn while running a business and raising a six-year-old? It sounds insane. Impossible.
But looking at Mason, this man who saved me, who loves me, who became the father Rosie needed, I realize I am ready. Ready to build even more with him. Ready to expand this beautiful, chaotic life we've created.
"Yes," I whisper. "Let's have a baby."
His smile is brilliant. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I pull him down for a kiss. "Let's make our family bigger."
He makes love to me again, even slower this time, like he's already imagining me round with his child. And maybe I am too. Maybe I'm imagining another little one running around the ranch, growing up surrounded by aunts and uncles who aren't blood but are family anyway.
