Jesus Christ.
My hormones should honestly come with a warning label.
I rest my chin in my palm as I continue to openly stare at them—not even pretending to be subtle.
“Careful there, Darlin’.” Beau’s voice carries across the pen without him even looking up. “I can feel you lookin’ at me, and you know what those eyes of yours do to me.”
“See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?” Linc drawls. I like seeing him work outside with the rest of the guys every once in a while. There’s a light in his eyes that he doesn’t get doing anything else.
I tilt my head thoughtfully. “How about three somethings?”
Lawson snorts, and the other two laugh. Which is incredibly rude considering they’re the reason I’m currently suffering from pregnancy-induced, chronic horniness.
It’s a real medical condition. I’m almost sure of it.
I have an inclination of what would curb my cravings, but I know they won’t give it to me.
Ever since we found out I was pregnant, the four of them have suddenly decided that being with more than one of them at a time is too risky. It’s like some sort of coup happening under my very nose, I swear.
Which is ridiculous considering my OB—Dr. Harlow Reynolds, who might actually be the kindest woman alive and is somehow completely unfazed by the fact that my baby has four fathers—has repeatedly assured them everything is perfectly safe as long as we’re not pushing me past my limits.
Apparently, none of them has gotten that memo.
Or they did, and they’re just ignoring it.
Either way… if I want what I’ve been craving, I’m going to have to be the one to make it happen.
My gaze drifts past the pen toward the house. The new addition is already nearly finished. Which still blows my mind.
The guys wasted exactly zero time once we found out about the baby. Within three days, they’d hired contractors, and now there are two brand-new bedrooms and bathrooms on the main level.
I genuinely still don’t understand how they got completed so fast.
Some kind of construction sorcery is the only logical answer I can come up with. That, or they sacrificed something to the Home Depot gods.
Lawson and Jasper moved downstairs into the new bedrooms. Their reasoning was simple—once the baby arrives, they want two of them downstairs at night, just in case something happens. Lincoln and Beau stayed upstairs in their rooms, the baby will take over Jasper’s old room, and I moved into Lawson’s since it has the most space and the biggest bathroom. The guest room went back to being what it’s meant to be—a guest room.
Specifically for Chris and Billie, in case they want to stay over now and then once the baby arrives.
They have already also converted one of their two guest rooms into a nursery so they can easily watch the baby at theirhouse.
Safe to say they were beyond thrilled to become grandparents. Not once did they ask who the father was, not once did they ask if I wanted to know who the father was, and not once have they worried about what other people will think. The only three things they care about are making sure me and the baby are okay, making sure the boys are ready to become fathers, and telling everyone and their mother that they are becoming grandparents.
Thinking about how excited they are makes my chest feel warm.
I came here with what felt like no family. And now I have more family than I ever thought possible. And now, because of me—because of us—this family is only getting busier.
So much has changed in six weeks.
The ranch itself feels alive again, too.
Spring has taken over the valley in slow, stubborn bursts of green. Fresh grass spreads across the pastures where a pile of snow used to sit, purple pasque flowers are starting to bloom along the riverbed and in patches through the fields, and the air smells like sun-warmed dirt and new growth.
The guys keep saying this weather is unusually warm for April. Apparently, Montana usually likes to pretend winter is still winning until May.
But I’m not going to lie and say I’m not loving it.
Especially today.
