Page 51 of Luck Of The Cowboy
She looks up at me. Her dark brown eyes. That wide smile. The woman who walked into a cattle fair and knocked my entire world sideways.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“I’m always staring.”
“Sit down. You’re making me nervous standing there looking at me like that.”
I sit. Pull her into my side. Her head drops to my shoulder. My arm wraps around her. My hand finds her belly …slides under the shirt, presses flat against her warm skin. She covers my hand with hers. Small over big. Soft over rough.
The swing creaks, the crickets chirp. The sky turns pink and gold over our land.
“Beau?” she says after a while.
“Yeah, baby?”
“You think you’ll enjoy being a dad?”
I think about my own father. His steady hands. His quiet patience. The way he let me be different without ever making me feel wrong for it.
“I’m gonna love the hell out of being a dad,” I reply.
She turns her face into my neck. I feel her smile against my skin.
“You’re gonna be amazing,” she whispers. “Our baby’s so lucky.”
I kiss the top of her head. Breathe her in. Sugar and lemonade and home.
My wife. My baby. My land. My life.
THE END.
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