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I wouldn’t call her small, but I wouldn’t call her big either. She’s sturdy. I like sturdy.
“I can be kind of possessive when it comes to those I love.”
I had to physically stop myself from going into heat like a farm animal.
Wyatt Fletcher is a man full of beige flags...all the way down to the hunk of celery he had in his coat pocket for Millie. Like he knew he’d stop out here to see her before bed. That one might even be a green flag.
“I’m not sure what I want matters.” Beige-flag answer.
“You know...inseminate me like a cow.” I make a squeezing motion with my fingers. “Turkey baster style.
“You’re the boss, Mr. Mountain Man.”
Three Mountain Men and a Baby movie?”
I’ve reached my daily quota on word allowance all before breakfast. Damn, these big life changes are fucking with my silent-mountain-man vibes.
“Not even a dad yet, and already sounding like our father. Way to go, Papa Bear.”
But whatever it is and whatever she decides, I’ll handle it. I’ll devote my life to handling it. I’ll make sure this baby has every need met, even if that means moving off the mountain.
This is my priority now. Nothing else matters. Not even my brothers. I’m ready to become a father.
Do not have indecent thoughts about the mountain man whose baby you’re going to carry, Trista!
“He’s got to weigh at least fifty pounds.” “Sixty-five, actually, but my vet friend, Avery, just put us on a low-calorie feed even though I think Reggie is beautiful just the way he is.”
I’m hot and agitated having him so close to me and telling me what to do. I like it, and I loathe it. I like to loathe it!
“You can put the crib mattress in there if it makes you feel better.” I nod. That certainly makes me feel something.
At one point, his brother Max started opening up a wardrobe box and was going to hang my clothes for me, but I begged him to stop.
I think I might actually be the psycho on this mountain.
I shudder at the horrible taste because I’m not a wine drinker...but I will be tonight. I want her to feel supported through this, and if that means choking down a disgusting bottle of cheap wine, I’ll do it.
Ranch Cups Full of Semen: 1
“All for her.”
Syringe Full of Semen: 1
To rattle the snake. To wrestle the rooster. To massage the one-eyed ostrich. Or my personal favorite...make the bald man cry.
I’m like an artificially inseminated cow. My body is meant to house this human for another and nothing more.
Let’s get this farm animal knocked up!
Should I let out a loud moo when I inseminate myself?”
He’s kind of cute when he’s mortified.
“You were my thirteenth interview, and, well...thirteen has always been my lucky number.”
“Just get your shit together, Trista. You’re a cow. You’re a cow, you’re a cow, you’re a cow.”
I quickly depress the plunger like I’m a fucking Hostess cupcake
Although I’ll admit putting gas in her car was a bit much. But at least I canceled the appointment I made to buy her new tires at Tire Depot in Boulder. That would have sent her over the edge, for sure.
“Teeth?” Trista cringes. “Is this a Twilight baby? I didn’t know babies were born with teeth.”
“Because I might be focusing too much on getting into someone else’s bullpen.”
“MB stands for Momma Bear,” Calder answers with a leer and then points at Wyatt. “Papa Bear. Momma Bear.”
A look that would incinerate me if he directed it my way. And I’d be happy to burn.
“Sex is Mother Nature’s cough medicine,”
“You’re mine to take care of.”
It’s me accidentally making eye contact with fucking Handsome and his stupid paralyzed tongue and still not losing an ounce of my erection.
