Tripp & Magnolia Bonus Scene


It’s 4:30 in the morning, and although it’s before sunrise, it’s the only time I get my husband alone before the kids barge in. Our once late-night intimate sessions have turned into early-hour quickies. 

Today’s Willow and Poppy’s 4th birthday party, but Tripp still has to put in a few hours of work before it begins, so I’m taking full advantage while I can. 

“Sunny, what’re ya doin’?” he murmurs as I straddle his legs and kiss down his bare chest.

“That’s not a good sign if I have to explain it to you,” I deadpan, slowly lowering his boxer shorts.

His sleepy chuckle makes his body shake beneath me. “You’re up early.”

“So are you…” I smirk at his cock thickening in my palm.

He folds his arms behind his head and lowers his gaze to mine. My tongue slides around the base as my hand strokes his length.

“Sunny…” He groans, arching his hips when I continue teasing him.


“You gonna make me beg for your mouth, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.” My fingers glide over the tip. “Let’s see how long you can take it.”

His head falls back with a groan. “That doesn’t sound fair.”

“Who said anything about being fair?” I lift a brow and then feather kisses along his skin leading toward his balls.

I love teasing him first thing in the morning when he’s half asleep but still eager. It allows me to take control before he goes all rough cowboy on my ass. 

After three years of marriage, I know how far I can push him.

It’s our fun little game of who can hold out the longest.

When I woke up yesterday morning with his mouth between my thighs and a vibrator in my pussy, he edged me for twenty-five minutes, and I begged until I threatened his life to let me finish.

He’s going to pay for that now. 

As my hand rotates around his length and my tongue slides around the base of him, his breathing increases, and he lifts his hips again. I cup his balls, playing gently, and bury my face in his groin. I inhale his musky scent and moan at how desperate I am to swallow him whole. I’m near his shaft but not close enough to relieve him of the ache he’s feeling.

“Magnolia Sunny Hollis…” He warns in a gruff baritone.

I chuckle at him using my full name—with his pretend middle name for me—and continue torturing him. 

“Start beggin’, Mr. Hollis.” I circle my hand around his hard cock.

Sitting up slightly, I hover my mouth just above his tip and spit on it, then increase my speed.

“Fuck, please. Put your mouth on me, baby.”

“And then what?”

“Suck. Hard.” 

“Mm. And then?”

“Go as deep as you can.”

“I bet you’d like to fuck my face, wouldn’t ya?”

He groans low. “Don’t test me.”

His cock jerks in my palm, and I smirk at how worked up he is. 

My tongue swipes along the bottom of his shaft before I lick up his vein and swirl my tongue around his tip. But I don’t pull him between my lips. I continue teasing, licking softly, jerking him off, and touching him gently.

His breathing quickens as I cup his balls and tease him over and over. My mouth pops over his crown, sucking for a few seconds and then going back to soft touches and kisses. 

“Christ, Sunny. You’re killin’ me.” He fists the sheets and widens his thighs. “Put your hot mouth on me until I cum down your throat.”

“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Bossy. You don’t make the rules…”

“You wanted me to beg, and that’s what I’m doing!” he argues in the most cute frustrated voice. “Please, baby. I’m sufferin’ here.”

“You poor thing,” I mock and then pull him into my mouth as deep as I can take it. After twenty seconds of hallowing my cheeks and sucking hard, I release him once again. “I like you at my mercy.”

Before I can continue, he locks his legs around my body and flips me over until I’m on my back and he’s above me.

“How the hell do you do that?” I scowl when he pins my wrists above my head with one hand.

His other hand holds his cock against my bare pussy as he straddles my legs.  

“You wanna play, sweetheart?” The tip of his cock rubs up and down my wet slit, and I breathe heavier with anticipation of him sliding into me.

“I’m not on the pill right now,” I remind him. 

A cocky grin covers his devious face as he pushes in one inch.

After having our second child, I went on birth control, but after I got my period a few weeks ago, I forgot to refill my prescription. Between planning the party and juggling both kids, it slipped my mind. The pharmacist told me to wait until I get my period again before restarting it, so we’ve been using condoms or the pull-out method.

I’m not against us having more kids. Ours are two years apart, and if we’re going to have a third, it’d have to be soon so they’d be close in age. But it’s not something we’ve fully discussed, which is why we’ve been careful.

“My beautiful Sunny pregnant with my baby?” One of his brows lifts. “I think I just got impossibly harder.”

“You wanna knock me up, cowboy?” I taunt, pushing my hips toward him. “Fuck me so good and fill me with your cum?” 

His hooded eyes darken with lust. “Fuck yes.” Then he pushes in another inch. 

With my thighs pressed together, it’s a tight fit, but it feels so goddamn good. 

“Relax your body, baby. Let me in,” he urges.

And I do just that.

He continues until he’s buried deep inside me. I gasp at how tight it is, but when he moves, I match his thrusts as we form a rhythm. 

He releases one of my wrists. “Rub your clit, Sunny.”

When I do, my shallow breathing echoes louder between us. The slow build of his cock entering in and out has me so damn eager to wrap my legs around his waist and feel him pound harder into me. 

“You take me so well, baby.” He buries his face in my neck. “So tight and wet. Fuck, I’m close.”

But I’m not done with our little game. Not after the way he tortured me and made me beg.

“I’m not ready yet,” I blurt. “Take me from behind.” 

His eyes pop open as if he’s trying to decide whether I’m serious or not, but I confirm with a nod.

He scoots off me. “Okay, flip over.” 

I move into position, lowering my face to the mattress and shimming my ass up into his. He cups one cheek before giving it a hard smack.

“So fuckin’ breathtaking.” He kneels between my legs and effortlessly slides back inside.

I love every position with my husband, but when he takes me this way, I’m usually the one losing control long before he is. But that’s why this is perfect for my plan.

“You ready, love? I’m gonna ruin this tight little pussy.”

“Yes, please.”

Relentlessly, he fucks me deep and hard. My skull knocks against the headboard a few times before he pauses to pull my body up. With my back to his chest, he wraps a hand around my waist and moves down to my clit.

“We have a girl and a boy. Should we try for twins this time?” he whispers in my ear, rubbing faster.

And fuck me, that does it. 

His words and how he works my body like only he could have me unraveling. An earth-shattering orgasm that has me moaning through the pleasure and seeing the Devil himself.

“Holy shit,” I finally breathe out. 

“You squeeze me so good, baby. Gonna fill you right up…” His taunting voice has me remembering my plan to edge him as long as possible.

“Wait. Let me ride you first.”

“Right now?”

I nearly burst out laughing at his pained voice. He’s so desperate to come that I almost feel bad.


“Yeah,” I confirm.

Once again, he repositions us on the bed until I climb over his hips and slide his cock inside me. Except I don’t go fast and hard as I usually would. With my palms on his chest, I slowly move up and down his thick length, controlling each movement when he tries to thrust up inside me.

He squeezes my hips harder. “Sunny…” 

His warning tone has me biting my lip so I don’t give away my intentions. 

“I know what you’re doin’…”

“Giving you the best sex of your life?”

“Besides that.” He reaches up and cups one of my breasts. 

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

He pinches a nipple, and I yelp. “If you’re gonna tease me like this, then you better gimme one more.”

When his other hand comes between us and finds my clit, I moan at the added pressure. The nerves are already sensitive so when he increases his rhythm and thrusts up harder into me, it doesn’t take long to set me off again.

Except this time, he doesn’t give me more than five seconds to breathe before he flips me to my back and sinks deep inside. Moments later, he crashes his mouth to mine and moans out his release.

“You win,” he tells me, feathering kisses along my jawline and toward my ear. “This time.” 

I chuckle at the playfulness in his tone and smirk in victory. “Haven’t I always said payback’s a bitch?”

“Mm-hmm…” He slides a hand under my ass, lifts it slightly, and then pushes deeper inside me. “I think I’m gonna leave my cock in here just like this and make sure none of my cum leaks out. It’s so warm and snug.”

Laughing, my head falls back on the bed as I arch toward him. “You think you can handle me pregnant again, Old Man?”

Ever since Tripp turned thirty a few months ago, I’ve mocked him about not being able to keep up with me now that he’s old. But he’s proven time and time again that he has no problem doing so.

“There’s nothin’ about you I can’t handle, Sunny.”

I smirk at the truth of that.

Throughout both of my pregnancies, I was super emotional on top of dealing with morning sickness, but he took care of me through all of it. During my second one, it was even more intense since I was also battling exhaustion from taking care of a one-year-old. 

My hormones were so high that it caused horrible mood swings in my third trimester. It wasn’t until after I had Laken that I finally managed to watch My Girl 2. Although it brought up all those same feelings from watching the first one, I’m glad I saw it. But no more sad movies for me. I continue my Hart of Dixie marathons and have moved on to a Pretty Little Liars binge once the kids are in bed. Even though Tripp makes fun of me for all the unrealistic events that take place, it doesn’t stop him from snuggling up and watching them with me. Usually with a bowl of popcorn and M&Ms.

When I went back to work after Laken, I decided to go part-time so I could breastfeed and still have time to pump in between. I park at the retreat on Tuesdays and Fridays from seven to ten and then I re-open from twelve to three. Instead of working downtown three days a week plus the farmer’s market on Saturdays, I only do Mondays and two weekends a month. I love my coffee trailer and the independence it gave me when I needed it the most, but now my priorities revolve around the family I never thought I’d have.

Witnessing Tripp become a father, not once but twice, has been the most joyful experience of my life. He loves Willow as his own and does whatever he can to make her feel important. He continues to make us scrapbooks so we never forget a milestone. And of course, Dada was her first word. 

I love that they have a special bond. 

When I told him I was pregnant the second time, he broke down with happy tears.

“You know…we won’t be able to stay in this duplex if we have another one,” I remind him.

As much as I’ve loved making this our home, it’s only a two-bedroom, and we’re running out of space as it is. My dad and Mrs. Hollis rotate babysitting when Tripp and I are both working, but it’d be nice to have a designated play area for the kids so they weren’t all cramped into one small space.  

“Then it’s a good thing I’m already plannin’ to build us our dream house.”

He says the words so casually as he continues driving deep and hard, shooting pleasure up and down my spine. 

My brows furrow in confusion because this is the first I’ve heard about this. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“I was gonna surprise you when Dad drew up the papers for us to sign. We’re gonna buy some land on the property and hire a builder to design us the perfect home.”

Tears well in my eyes because even though we haven’t formally discussed moving, I’ve mentioned my Pinterest boards and how I was getting so many cute country decorating ideas if we ever bought a house in the future. But knowing we’ll get to stay on the ranch and be close to his family makes this even more special.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I crash our mouths together in a searing hot kiss. There are no words to describe how important he is to me. How he always listens, knows exactly what I want or need, and never questions my ideas. How he supports me in ways I’ve never had before. 

He’s truly the best husband I could’ve asked for.

Sure, we have arguments and disagree on things, but he’s always willing to hear me out until we come to a solution that makes us both happy. Even if I wanted to start a fight with him, he’d just sit there with a devious smirk on his face and listen to me rant about whatever I was mad about. 

“I take it you like this idea?” he taunts, lowering his mouth to my neck and sucking on it.

“If you weren’t already inside me, I’d tell you to get inside me.” 

He chuckles and brushes his lips over my ear. “I’m gonna fill you so full, Sunny. Then I’m gonna fuck you every single night and hold my cum in your pussy until there’s a baby in your belly.”

I don’t know how he manages it every damn time, but his filthy words throw me over the ledge. I squeeze his cock as waves of pleasure ripple through me for the third time.

Moments later, he groans and spills everything he has inside me.

After catching his breath, he kneels between my thighs and then lifts my legs in the air with his cock still impaled.

“You’re takin’ this very seriously…”

“Need to make sure my boys get to where they need to go.”

I bark out a laugh. “Pretty sure they know from the last time you knocked me up.”

He pushes my legs closer to my chest, but I don’t have the heart to tell him this is an old wives tale and there’s no actual truth to it. Still, I play along and keep my legs up while his cock stays planted inside me.

“Wanna take a quick shower with me?” he asks ten minutes later.

“Absolutely.” Not only do I love getting to see my husband naked and touch him all over, but he’s made me a complete sticky mess, and the kids will be up soon for breakfast.

But our shower isn’t quick. He kisses me under the warm stream, holds me tightly, and whispers in my ear how much he loves me and the family we’ve made together. 

When we found out Laken was a boy, we decided to honor Billy with Laken’s middle name, William. Billy was named after his father, and although he never went by that, it’s still a reminder of the friendship they shared and the loss he’ll forever remember. After we told his mom and dad, they both cried happy tears and were so grateful we were keeping Billy’s memory alive.

Tripp’s anxiety still lingers, but he’s much better at handling it. We talk through it the best he can so he doesn’t hold in what he’s feeling or what triggered the episode. So many milestones without his best friend have come and gone, but no matter how much time passes, Billy and his parents will continue to be an important part of our lives.

At our wedding, we placed a chair with a bouquet of flowers behind Tripp where the best man would stand. Then we took those same flowers and placed them on his gravesite along with a full rundown of everything—including the chaos Tripp’s brothers brought on the dancefloor and the embarrassing speeches Landen and Noah gave.

But even if he couldn’t attend, Billy will forever continue to be a part of our lives.


The Lodge looks like a party shop threw up inside of it.

Streamers, balloons, happy birthday signs, table decorations, and confetti are literally everywhere. There are also two large tables filled with enough food to feed all of Sugarland Creek.

This has my mom and Gramma Grace written all over it. And knowing my wife and sister, they’re definitely guilty of some of this, too.

After working this morning, I went home to clean up and change, then rushed over so I wouldn’t be late to the girls’ birthday parties. Since Willow and Poppy share a birthday, my family goes all out.

This year, there are two bounce houses, a pony ride station, a mini petting zoo, and a water balloon station. 

And from my guesstimation, about twenty-five four-year-olds.

“Hey, you made it!” Magnolia wraps her arms around me, and I dip down to kiss her mouth.

“Of course. Where are our kids?”

“Willow and Poppy are with Jade gettin’ their faces painted by Ellie, and my dad took Laken to ride a pony.”

Ms. Boone has been super involved in Willow’s life, and we’re both grateful for it. Although Willow’s still young and she might not fully understand who Travis is, we’ve shown her photos of him. She knows he passed before she was born and we’ll always be open and honest if she has questions. What’s even sweeter is that Jade treats Laken like one of her grandchildren, too. She’ll babysit sometimes or ask to take them out and never treats Willow any differently when Laken’s around.

As a father, I’m truly thankful for how much she includes him even though she isn’t expected to.

“This is insane,” I tell her, scanning over the chaos of children.

“Reminds me of our first date,” she teases. “Dozens of kids runnin’ around, dancing and singing to music, high on sugar.”

I chuckle at the memory of the Halloween party where I dressed up as a dinosaur because I had no other costume.

“That wasn’t our first date…” I argue. 

She leans in, whispering softly, “That’s what you said, but then I sat on your lap in the truck and you finger-fucked me until I came all over your fingers while teachin’ me to drive a stick shift. So if that ain’t a date, I’m not sure I should’ve allowed you into my panties.” 

At the memory of that night, my dick jerks, and I quickly cover myself before anyone notices. 

“You better watch that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Her gaze lowers to my groin and the little smirk that spreads across her face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing. 

“Or what?” she counters.

I whisper in her ear, “Or I find us an empty closet and fuck that smart mouth until it’s covered in my cum.”

Her tongue swipes along her bottom lip. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

I lower my hand to her ass and give it a little smack. “Behave.”

She chuckles and then runs off toward Noah who’s holding my six-month-old nephew.

While the kids are occupied, I hit the buffet since I haven’t eaten today. Magnolia distracted me as soon as I woke up and breakfast was no longer a priority.

As I fill my plate, Wilder and Gramma Grace chat with me as they grab their own food.

“I can’t believe the girls are four already. I wasn’t even sure I’d be alive to meet my great-grandbabies.”

My mouth falls open at Gramma Grace’s honesty. “You’re still young, GG. What’re you talkin’ about?”

Ever since the girls were old enough to talk, she’s been GG because they could never say her full name. But she’ll always be Gramma Grace to my siblings and me.

“Yeah, you’re only as old as you feel. Isn’t that what the youngins say?” Wilder muses.

“Well, I did win that dance competition at your birthday party.” She snickers. 

I chuckle. “Ya sure did.”

Magnolia threw me a surprise party for my thirtieth a few months ago, and it turned into a whole dance-off.

Wilder takes off, and I sit with GG at one of the decorated tables. Just then, Laken runs in with Mr. Sutherland and crashes right into me.


“Hey, buddy. How was the pony ride?”

“He’s a natural,” Mr. Sutherland says. “Might even take after his aunt.”

I set him on my lap. “Wouldn’t be surprised about that.”

Mr. Sutherland grabs a wipe and washes Laken’s dirty hands. He’s an awesome grandpa, and I really appreciate how involved he is with both kids. Although his wife doesn’t leave their apartment, Magnolia and I bring them over every other weekend to visit.

“Hope you’re ready for another one,” Gramma Grace tells Magnolia’s dad. “They’re gonna be outnumbered soon.”

I glance around, wondering who she’s talking about. 

“Is that so?” Mr. Sutherland asks with a hint of excitement. “Are y’all expectin’?” 

“Uh…no?” I furrow my brows at Gramma Grace who’s smirking wildly at me. 

There’s no way Magnolia would tell her we’re trying or rather, not not trying. She’d maybe tell Noah, but she knows the intimate details of our sex life stay between us.

“Unless you know something I don’t…” I shrug it off. 

Mr. Sutherland chuckles and pats me on the shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out in nine months.”

I love being a dad to my kids and a husband to Magnolia. It’s something I never knew I’d have at my age, but I couldn’t be more grateful for the circumstances that brought me here. I’d be happy with two kids or a dozen if that’s what she wanted. Either way,  I’m pretty sure if she were pregnant, we’d know by the way she immediately gets sick.

After Laken and I snack on food, I find Magnolia and Willow in the bounce house dancing to none other than Taylor Swift.

“Got room for two more in here?” I call out, helping Laken climb inside.

Magnolia smiles. “Of course!” 

“Daddy, carry me!”

I lift Willow in my arms, and we all jump around like a bunch of wild animals. We sing and laugh, bouncing from one end to the other. More kids file in with Noah and Poppy.

“When can we open presents?” Willow asks me, and I set her down when she wiggles out of my grip. Her adorable brown curls remind me so much of Magnolia.

“Soon, sweetheart. We gotta have cake first,” Magnolia tells her. Then she leans closer to me. “I might’ve snagged a piece earlier.” 

I snort when she blushes like she got caught red-handed. 

“Such a bad girl you are, Sunny.”

She waggles her brows and licks her lips. “Guess you’ll have to put me in a timeout later.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got your timeout chair hard and ready.”

When the bounce house gets too full, I exit with Laken and take him to the water balloons next. He aims them at me while I run around, pretending to try and outrun him. More kids join us and soon there’s a full-on war between us.

“Looks like you had fun.” Magnolia comes over, noticing the state of my clothes.

“I think Laken had a bit more than I did…” I hold out my arms, my shirt drenched.

“Aunt Mags, can we open presents now?” Poppy tugs on her hand.

She sighs, knowing it’s better to give in than disappoint them on their birthdays. “Alright, sure. Get all your friends inside.”

“Yay!” she screams and then shouts for Willow. Together, they gather all the girls and hurriedly get them into The Lodge.

When I grab Laken and turn toward Magnolia, her face turns white. 

“You okay?” I ask, cupping her cheek.

“I-I’m not sure. I feel nauseous all of a sudden.”

“Maybe it’s something you ate?”

“Oh shit. I did eat that piece of cake and then go jump in the bounce house.”

“I’ll grab you something to drink. C’mon.” I take her hand and lead us inside. 

When we enter, my mom and Gramma Grace grab the presents and start dividing them up between the girls.

“Stay by Mama,” I tell Laken. “Be right back.” 

Magnolia sits with him in her lap, and I can’t help thinking about what Gramma Grace implied about Magnolia already being pregnant. Considering she’s been on the pill and we were using condoms or the pull-out method the past few weeks, it’d be less likely but not impossible.

“Here you are, love.” I hand her a glass of ice water and watch as she chugs it. “Feelin’ any better since sittin’ or is it gettin’ worse?”

She’s silent for a moment, but then she hauls Laken into my arms as she stands and rushes past me. I watch as she sprints toward the women’s restroom.

That can’t be good. 

As Noah helps the girls unwrap their gifts, I hand Laken off to Mr. Sutherland and follow Magnolia to the bathroom. By the time I get in there, she’s bent over the toilet.

“Oh, shit. Baby…” I fist her hair and pull it off her face. 

She continues emptying her stomach, and her body shakes every few seconds as she attempts to catch her breath.

“Do you think you could’ve caught a stomach bug?”

She kneels and scrubs her hands down her shorts. “I dunno. I did bounce in there for almost an hour. Probably not the smartest thing to do with a stomach full of food…”

“Probably not.” I grab her hand. “Let’s get you off the floor, Sunny.”

Once she’s on her feet, she sticks out her lower lip, and I kiss her forehead.

“I’ll grab you some more water.”

She washes her hands and wipes her face. I stand behind her, looking at her reflection and noticing how flushed she is. 

“Is there any chance you could already be pregnant?”

“I don’t think so…” She spins around to face me. “Besides this mornin’, we were being careful.”

“If being careful actually worked, Willow wouldn’t have been conceived.”

She playfully smacks my chest, and I smirk.

“If I am, I’d only be a couple of weeks along.”

“Pretty sure you showed symptoms right away with both kids. We just didn’t know because the first time, you thought it was all that sugar you ate at the movie theater. With Laken, you got sick after we spent the day at the fair eating greasy food and going on rollercoasters. And now, jumping in the bounce house after eatin’ cake. I’m startin’ to see a pattern here…”

She gazes at me with the cutest fucking smile. “I like to eat sugar?”

Chuckling, I pull her into my arms and press my lips to the top of her head. “Guess we’ll find out soon, huh?”

“You know what that means if I test positive, right?”

“That we’re havin’ a third baby…”

She leans back, meeting my eyes. “That your pull-out game sucks.”


Willow and Laken are in bed by the time I get home. It’s been two weeks since the birthday party, and they’re still buzzing from all the fun they had. It’s the end of July, and the weather is scorching hot, which means they can only spend so much time outside to get their energy out before they come inside to cool down. 

Whenever my mom watches them, she takes them and Poppy to the pool at the retreat. It’s our busiest time of year, so I’m working twelve- to fourteen-hour shifts to help keep up with everything. Dad’s been looking to hire more ranch hands but it’s competitive to find them locally since we’re not the only ranch in the area. He’s going to have to find someone soon, though. None of us can keep doing these long days in this heat.

“Hey, my love.” Magnolia’s on the couch, nearly passed out under a quilt. I lean down and press my lips to hers. “You okay?”

“I missed my period, so I took a test. Well…four.”

My heart skips in anticipation of hearing what I’m already expecting to be exciting news. She’s been nauseous almost every day and even dealing with mild headaches. Yesterday, when I touched her breast in the shower, she said it was more tender than usual. The early symptoms before she even misses her cycle are crazy, but from what I’ve read in previous years, it’s completely possible.


She pulls her arm out and reveals the tests. 

All positive.

I cup her face and crash my mouth to hers as happiness radiates through me. Tears well in my eyes as emotions overwhelm me in the best way possible.

Leaning my forehead against hers, I brush my thumbs over her wet cheeks. “I’m beyond happy we get to experience this together again. I love you so fuckin’ much.”

“I love you too, but if it’s twins this time, I’m performing a vasectomy on you myself.” 

I snort. “Totally fair.”

“I hope the kids will be excited,” she whispers. “I don’t want them to feel like we won’t love them as much.”

It’s a valid concern. Now that Willow’s four, she’ll be able to understand what a new baby means better than she did when she was two. It wasn’t until Magnolia’s stomach grew to the size of a basketball that she really grasped the concept of getting a new baby brother.

“They’ll be showered with so much love there’s no way they’ll think otherwise.”

“We’re gonna be outnumbered. Do you really think we can handle three kids under five?”

I press a kiss over her knuckles before placing her palm over my inked pec. After we decided on Laken’s name, I added a simple wave tattoo underneath the sunflower bouquet since it means water. Turns out the kid loves to swim so it worked out perfectly.

“We’re a team, sweetheart. It’ll take some adjusting, but nothin’ we can’t handle. I’ll make sure we hire more help before you give birth so I can work fewer hours and be home with y’all a lot more.”

In fact, I’m going to make certain my father finds a few extra people way before then. Between designing and building a house, Magnolia working part-time and taking care of two kids in between, and now her being pregnant, I want to be home more. 

“I’d really love that,” she says softly.

I gently brush my thumb along her bottom lip. “Are you happy about this?”

She nods, and I see the tears pooling in her eyes. “I really am. I just feel like shit right now. And we’re outta Goldfish crackers.” 

Chuckling, I make a mental note to hit the store first thing tomorrow. “I’ll restock.”

“Daddy?” A little voice comes from the kids’ room. 

“Be right there, sweetheart,” I call out, then kiss Magnolia’s forehead again. “You get in bed, Sunny.” 

When I walk down the hallway, I find Willow at the door waiting for me.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” I pick her up and settle her on my hip.

“I had an accident.” 

Although she wears a pull-up to bed, she’s leaked right through it.

“That’s okay, baby. We’ll get you changed.” I grab her some clean jammies and a new pull-up.

“Can you read “See You Later, Alligator” to me?” she asks in her cute little voice once I tuck her into bed.

“Of course.” 

The book’s on top of her little bookshelf, which means Magnolia’s probably read it to her at least once tonight.

By the time I finish, Willow’s eyes are closed. But just as I attempt to tiptoe out of their room, Laken calls for me.

“What’s the matter, buddy?” I whisper, kneeling next to his new toddler bed that’s caged in with side rails. He was so excited to have a big boy bed like his sister. Considering he kept climbing out of his crib, it was safer this way.

He doesn’t respond, so I tuck the blankets around him and rub his back until I hear his little snores.

When I walk into our bedroom, I find Magnolia passed out. She looks so peaceful, and it makes me smile with pride that she’s carrying my baby. After I pull the covers up to her shoulders, I kiss her cheek and then head to the bathroom for a quick shower.

It’s hard to believe how much our lives have changed and how much our family has grown in such a short amount of time, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love Magnolia and our kids more than anything.

To think it all started out with a silly little text with the words Knock me up, cowboy

Well that and thinking she was after some douche named Thor.

I’ve never been happier that I snooped on Landen’s phone and read their messages. Even if that’s what it took to light a fire under my ass to finally confess how much I wanted her.

And as each day goes by, I continuously feel lucky that she agreed to stay with me.


A dislike to lovers stand-alone from small-town romance author Brooke Montgomery about a barrel racer who loses her memory and the rowdy cowboy she once hated but no longer remembers…

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“I will make room for you and the baby, Sunny. Hell, take my bedroom too and turn it into a nursery for all I care. As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters to me.”

I cross my arms because he’s being ridiculous. “And where will you sleep?”

He shrugs. “The couch. On an air mattress. In my truck. Who cares. As long as you’re safe, it doesn’t matter.”

His heated stare glues me in place. How can I refuse when what he’s offering would protect me and give me the opportunity to save money? But if this is some ploy to get us back together, it’s not going to work.

“If we’re gonna do this, I have rules.”

His face splits into a wide grin. “Whatever you want, Sunny.”

“I’m not payin’ rent,” I say firmly.

He matches my stance. “Wouldn’t accept it even if you tried.”

“Don’t expect me to cook for you.”

“Considering I’ve never seen you cook a day in my life, I’ll be the one cookin’.”

“I’m not sleepin’ in your bed.”

“Didn’t ask you to.”

“This doesn’t mean we’re together.”

This time he visibly disagrees. “We are together.”

Shaking my head, I step back. “This is why it won’t work. You don’t respect my boundaries. I tell you it’s over and you say no as if it were a multiple-choice question.”

He closes the gap between us and tilts my chin. “Fine, let me rephrase. I am yours. I will always be yours. Whether or not you accept that, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here to support you in any way you allow. If you want to return to being only friends, then okay, but in terms of a relationship, I’m taken.” He tenderly grabs my hand and flattens my palm over his chest where his Billy and sunflower tattoos are inked. “𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

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Tripp pining after Magnolia for 7 years and never letting her forget he will always be hers no matter what 🥹

What else to expect in 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒆:
✨ Best friend’s brother
✨ She ends up pregnant, but it’s not his
✨ Roommates / close proximity
✨ Boy obsessed
✨ Dirty talkin` cowboy
✨ Tortured hero
✨ Mutual pining
✨ Suspense subplot
✨ Small-town ranch life
✨ Stand-alone with an HEA

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We’re all Magnolia looking for our dream man 🤭 Even better when he’s your best friend’s older cowboy brother ✨

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