Page 129 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

Knox stumbles. Almost face-plants onto the floor.

“You need to balance.”

“Like a flamingo!” chips in Henry, shooting off his tree stump to demonstrate.

“Amazing, Henry! Now—” Sienna returns to Knox— “start with your arms chest-height and think about raising them above your head as you twirl.”

Knox gets into an awkward position and spins himself around. And this time he actually does face-plant.

Henry roars with laughter.

“Okay, you proved your point,” laughs Knox, picking himself up from the ground. “Dancing is definitely hard.”

“And that’s just one move. Next, we can get you to drop into a front split!” Sienna demonstrates the move with minimal effort.

I wince just watching her. That has to take some serious training.

“I wanna learn that!” says Henry.

“And you will, buddy.” Sienna ruffles his hair as she exits the splits. “But it’s going to take a lot of practice.”

“And practice makes perfect!” says Henry, reciting a phrase Sienna uses a lot around him.

My heart overflows with love as I watch the two of them interact. Practice does make perfect. You have to walk down the wrong path a few times to realize which one is right.

And I owe that blizzard my life for putting Sienna on the right path that brought her to us.

Epilogue | Sienna

7 Months Later

I use the chair's armrest for momentum to hoist myself up. But it’s no good. Being seven months pregnant is good for only one thing—balancing plates of food on your huge stomach when you’re too lazy to hold them yourself.

“Here.” Knox grabs both of my hands and lifts me onto my feet. I feel him staring at me, concern etched between his brows. “Are you okay, love?”

“Head rush.” My vision clears a beat later.

It’s a beautiful July evening. Birdsong fills the air and drifts in through the windows since we have them all open. There’s a nice cross breeze, which I’ve been enjoying. Nobody tells you how hot it gets up here in the mountains during summer.

“I’m gonna sit out on the porch for a bit. Watch the sunset.”

“Okay,” says Knox from the kitchen, turning over the venison that Eli is cooking for dinner. “We’ll be out there soon.”

I go from sitting in one chair to another. My energy has been fluctuating like crazy. One second, I’m running through the long grass with Henry playing tag. The next, I’m trapped in a chair, unable to get myself up.

I started sewing not long after I moved up here. I started picking up a needle and thread every time I got the urge to go on my phone. And now I have three whole outfits made for my little one when she arrives in the fall.

Two months ago, when I last checked social media, people were doing full literary analyses of that last speech I made in LA. The one where I blasted Holden.

Speaking of that leech, the attention didn’t last long for him. He still drops my name whenever he can, trying to use it to stay relevant. But he’s clutching at straws now, because I’m becoming less relevant as the days go on. And that’s exactly how I want it to be.

He’ll need to find another host to latch onto, or he’ll be washed out completely.

According to Jules, whom I saw two days ago, he’s single. Valentina dumped his ass that same day I exposed him for who he is. Her modeling career has gotten even bigger since then. And apparently, before modeling, she worked as a midwife for a year, so she’s coming up here to help deliver my little girl.

“I don’t think you realize how much of an inspiration you are,” said Jules yesterday before she left. “Things these days seem… more relaxed back there. And you definitely put the paparazzi in their place. They’re nowhere near as invasive.”

When Jules isn’t kicking ass—now running her own talent agency, she’s in the mountains hiking with all of us. She loves Henry just as much as I do.