“Yep, already double-checked my bag,” she reassures me, pushing the massive box of baked goods into the back seat.
Once we arrive to the B&B, I open the passenger door for her and grab the pastries before we walk up the front porch. My stomach grumbles as the sweet bread Kat baked mixes with the aroma of the bacon and eggs being placed out for the guests. Colton and Presley are chatting with John, and as soon as we walk in, they all light up.
“There’s the happy couple!” Presley exclaims, walking toward us with open arms. She hugs Kat and gives me a grin. After I hand John the box of goodies, Colton rushes to me with open arms trying to hug me, making fun of Presley and Kat, but I swat him away.
“Babe, we should eat breakfast here since we didn’t have time at home,” I suggest.
Colton and Presley glance at each other, then burst out laughing. “Ew.”
“Shut up,” I tell them, and Kat giggles.
“Yeah, help yourselves. Y’all have a long drive ahead of ya,” John says. Colton makes a joke about how John should happily offer us breakfast every morning. As they go back and forth with each other, Kat turns to me.
“Actually, I’m not feeling that hungry.”
I tilt my head at her because we routinely eat together before we go our separate ways for work. She was up late last night baking, so I let her sleep in this morning. “You feelin’ okay?”
“Yeah, I think it’s just nerves, flying and all that.” She glances at Presley, then back at me.
I shrug and walk over to the buffet line and grab a biscuit, cut it open, and place a sausage patty inside. I walk back to them, taking a bite, and she makes a face.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask around a mouthful, noticing she’s wrinkling her nose at the smell of my food.
Colton snickers, watching Kat and me. His arm is wrapped around Presley’s waist. “Sounds like pregnancy symptoms to me,” he singsongs.
Presley looks at Colton with wide eyes and lightly elbows his stomach while Kat shoots daggers at him. If looks could kill, he’d be dead. Twice.
I glance over at my girl and notice the color draining from her face. I step toward her, closing the space between us.
“Are you pregnant?” I whisper low enough for only her to hear, searching her face. All eyes are on us.
Her mouth opens, then closes, and Colton and Presley excuse themselves as I grab her hands.
“Kat?”
She finally nods, and a beautiful smile fills her face. “Yes. I just found out.” Tears fill her eyes as my emotions burst in my chest.
I immediately drop to my knees and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her stomach. “I’m going to be a dad.” I’m shocked and completely in awe. This was entirely unexpected, but nevertheless, I’m ecstatic.
She runs her fingers through my hair and forces me to look up into her eyes. “You are. You’re gonna make such a great dad too, Braxton.”
Tears stream down her face, and I stand, wiping them away. “I hope those are happy tears.”
Kat wraps her arms around my neck, nodding. “Of course they are! I never thought I’d have this life. I’m so damn lucky.”
I tuck loose strands of hair behind her ears and lean in for a kiss. “After you agreed to marry me, I thought nothing could top that, but you proved me wrong. Starting a family with you, getting to be with you for the rest of my life, you’ve made me the happiest man on earth, Kat. Thanks for roping my heart and never letting me go. I love you so damn much.”
She kisses me with everything she has, and I can barely contain my happiness. “I love you too,” she whispers against my lips. “Forever, cowboy.”
Epilogue
Kat
FOUR YEARS LATER
I let out a satisfied hum as Braxton holds me tight to his warm body, and when I feel his cock poking my back, I snicker.
“Braxton,” I whisper into the early morning. The sun hasn’t woken, and our alarms haven’t gone off, which means Brayden is still sleeping. He’s the best kid and so smart for his age. Next year, he starts preschool, and I can hardly believe it. Each day, he reminds me of his father with his smart mouth and toddler logic. He loves living near the ranch, always wanting to help out his daddy and feed the horses.
“Braxton,” I whisper again.
“Hmm?” He stirs.
“Fuck me,” I boldly tell him. “I need you.”
Rubbing his hand over his face and blinking a few times, he wakes up and smirks. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Between working and parenting, we have to find secret time to be intimate, even if it’s four in the morning. Braxton’s lips trail across my skin as his hands slide into my panties. Just the thought of him touching me has me all worked up. I gasp for air, craving to feel him inside me as his fingers tease my clit. Within moments, he’s hovering above me, thrusting hard and giving me exactly what I need. We’ve perfected making love quietly when little ears are near, but at moments like this, I want to scream out his name. He knows exactly how to pleasure me and works my body so damn good.