“Well, I’m glad you guys seem to be okay now.”

He nods. “We’re both happy. I love working for the Townsends. They’re good people, and Cooper pays me well—not that I need it.”

My face whips toward him, showing how perplexed I am by that statement. “What?”

We start to approach the stables and Wyatt hops off his horse. He comes around, grabs my hips, and helps me down. “Zach had to buy me out. I don’t need the money. I live well below my means, and I’ve saved a lot of money.”

“I had no idea. I mean, we’ve never really talked money, but . . .”

“I’m not rolling around in my dollar bills.” He laughs. “But I’m set for a very long time.”

Wyatt’s hands wrap around my middle, and I curl into him. “You should know that I can take care of myself financially as well. My store was very profitable over the last few years, but with Erin buying in, it allowed me a lot of breathing room. I’m saying this because I think you should know that I’m not hard up for cash. I don’t ever want you to think that my motives are monetary.”

I’ve seen the horror stories. All I want is for Wyatt to be a good dad to the nugget. It’s good to know that he’ll never slack on that part of things, but at the same time, I’m fine. I’m not a gold digger, and he needs to be aware of that.

“I think it’s good for us to have these talks.” His lips inch close to mine. “It makes me realize just how lucky I am right now.”

“Yeah?” I ask a little breathlessly as he grows closer. “Why is that?”

“Because,” his lips graze mine, “I’m winnin’ your heart.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. His mouth connects with mine, and I hold on tight. We both give and take through this kiss, and his words swim in my head as I lose myself to his touch.

Everything feels so strong when I’m with him. If someone had told me this was how I would feel about him, I would’ve laughed. Wyatt isn’t the man I ever thought I would fall in love with. I always saw myself with a business man. He would work downtown, we’d both come home from work, and go to a swanky restaurant for dinner. We’d go to New York when we wanted to see a show or head to the Outer Banks when we wanted the beach. No kids for a long time, if ever.

Instead, I’ve fallen for a cowboy who has probably never been to New York, and I already have a baby baking in my belly. Definitely not in my plans.

Yet, I’ve never felt as secure as I do right this second.

If this is what happens when my plans go to shit, I can live with the consequences.

On the way back to the cottage, Wyatt tells me we’re staying for two more nights, and that he wants me to relax and think of nothing. Even though we’re living together, it’s so different being here. I can’t fully explain it, other than this feels like a romantic getaway.

In Bell Buckle, we’re living. Here we’re free of mundane day-to-day stuff.

Tonight, we’re going out to dinner and from what I can tell, it’s definitely more upscale. I look through my bag, hoping to find something I can wear, and see my emerald satin cocktail dress. Presley did a fantastic job packing for me. I only brought two fancier dresses with me to Tennessee, and this is by far my favorite. I pin my hair into a messy updo and do my makeup a little heavier for dramatic flair. This dress calls for a little more of everything.

I finish getting dressed and look myself over. The dress still fits perfectly. The front is a lower-cut top that crosses in the front, and it clings past my hips, ending at the knees. It’s extremely formfitting, and the baby bump I’ve been pretending is not there, is now very prominent.

My hand rests against it as I suck in a deep breath. “You’re really in there.” My eyes won’t move from the spot. “I knew you were, but now I can see that you’re really in there.” I lean against the bathroom counter and look down at myself. It’s a moment. A big one for me. My baby, our baby, is there. Growing all on its own.

I’m going to be a mom.

I knew this, of course, but it’s really happening. There’s proof of it. It’s real.

A tear falls, and I wipe it away. I’m overcome with emotions. These last four and a half months have been trying. I’ve really run the gamut of highs and lows. From being unsure of whether I could do this to knowing I would find a way. Then being so angry about having to move to now being upset that there is a little over a month left before I have to make a choice. Then there’s the feelings about Wyatt. Do I love him? Is it too soon? Has it always been written in the cards but I was too blind to see?

Right now, I can’t believe how much love I have for this baby. This tiny little person I’ve never met has already become the center of my universe.

I was so distraught about it, but now I want it more than anything.

I look through blurry eyes, staring at the reflection in the mirror. “I’m going to have a baby.”

Once I get myself under control, I fix my makeup and exit the bathroom.

Wyatt stands in the middle of the room, wearing a pair of black dress pants and a white shirt. His dark hair is styled with little spikes on the top. His eyes roam my body, and a wicked gleam forms in his eyes.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Look!” I place my hand over my stomach. “There’s a bump!”

His big hand covers mine. I take a deep breath, inhaling his musky cologne as I commit this very moment to memory. Standing in this gorgeous house in Tennessee together with Wyatt’s hand and mine both covering our baby.

Wyatt looks down and then up to me. Pride, love, and happiness fill his face. He moves both his hands to encompass my stomach and then drops to his knees. His lips press against my dress as he kisses my stomach. “I already love you, and I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with your mama.” He looks at me, and I cover my mouth with my hand. “So, you keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll make sure I keep working on her.”

The tears I had smothered before fill my vision. He rises so we’re eye to eye. “Wyatt.” I place my hand on his chest.

“I’m going to find a way to keep you here, Angie. If you’re going to leave me, you better be ready for the fight of your life.” His hands cup my face. “Because I’m not letting you walk away, not without layin’ it all out. I won’t say anything else. Words are just words, baby. It’s the action behind those words that matter.”

“Your words aren’t just words.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Your words are your truth.”

“And my heart is yours.”

And mine is yours. But I can’t say it. The words are stuck in my throat. But they’ve never felt more true.

THIS LAST MONTH HAS BEEN amazing. Wyatt and I have settled into being a couple. He works at the ranch, I’m at the bakery three days a week, and we have our nights together. I still fall asleep in his arms after we wear ourselves out with all the sex.

Today, though, I’m in a planning session at the bakery with the old biddies of Bell Buckle.

“Angie can’t march in there and grab Presley,” Mrs. Townsend says with exasperation.