Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

“I told you if I fucked you, every part of you would belong to me. Did you think I was joking?”

Loving the possessive vibes. Papa Bear mode activated.

“You think I don’t know that?” My voice cracks in my throat. “You think I didn’t realize that the moment I met her? God, she’s fucking incredible. But even if I do love her, even if I admit that she has lit up my whole fucking life these past few months in ways that have nothing to do with my baby inside her...she doesn’t want any part of this. She doesn’t want a family. She doesn’t want a kid. She doesn’t want me.”

How heartbreaking beautiful and vulnerable he was in this most. Brought tears to my eyes. He is willing to give her everything if she could only see.

“I’m saying she deserves to feel that level of devotion as much as you do,” Luke urges, his eyes softening. “She deserves to be a part of a family who actually cares. She deserves to be a part of our family if that’s what you want. Fuck our pact. We didn’t agree to it so it would never be broken. We agreed to it so we wouldn’t be broken. And losing Trista when this is all over will break you even worse than before, Wyatt. Fuck your contract, and fuck our pact.”

Ugh…this is sickeningly sweet!

thought this surrogacy thing was so smart because I could avoid the heartache I watched Mom go through after losing Dad. I could avoid the shared-custody thing that Max has to endure. I wouldn’t have to deal with a Robyn situation ever. I genuinely thought my dream was to become a single dad, and a contract could keep me safe from all of that. But now, I have different dreams. I want Trista to want all of this with me. I want her to want the baby, you guys, this mountain. Me. I want it all, even at the risk of life-changing pain.”

#swoonandcryhappytears

“Well, preferring loneliness over rejection or disappointment won’t work forever. You’re hurting yourself under the guise of protection, but it makes no sense because all you’re doing is literally hurting yourself. It’s a pointless cycle. And you’re missing out on life, girl. Being human. Having human experiences and splashes of pain. I never went to therapy for this. Probably should have. I could word all this shit better, but Jesus, Trista, we didn’t go through our shitty lives just to turn into scared little pussies. If you want more, you have to take it because no one will give it to you.”

A rare moment of vulnerability at just the right time. I hope that someday Trista can forgive her family. Not for them but for her and her baby.

But damn, do I miss the hell out of her already. I miss watching her sleep and waking up in a stressed-out rush because she’s late for work. I miss counting the beauty marks on her face. I miss her excited eyes when she sees what breakfast I brought for her. I even miss her narrating what Reginald’s responses would be to all the questions she asks him while doing chores. And I especially miss the way she touches her belly when she thinks I’m not looking.

Just ugh…here come the tears again. Damn it Wyatt.

understand I probably ruined my chance with you. But I want you to remember that you told me once that you’re a ‘five minutes from now’ person, always stressing about the future. And remember, I’m a ‘five minutes late’ person because I’ve been constantly stuck in the past. But what if, together, we’re right on time? What if we help each other be in the present every day? Doesn’t that sound good, Wyatt?”

It sounds like perfection Trista. Finally!

“Because when I read that, I figured that’s why we’re so perfect together. I’ve been quiet my whole life because the only voice I wanted to hear was yours.”

Papa Bear. I cannot take all your sweet grumpiness. Just waiting on the one to make noise for him.