Page 86 of Found By You

My bossy, mountain of a mechanic leaps to his feet, his lips crashing against mine.

A slew of applause and cheers break us apart. I laugh at Butch, Cassidy, and Dr. Sanderson standing in the open doorway of the hospital room.

Duke takes my left hand and slides the ring on my finger. A perfect fit. I stare at him, wondering how I got so lucky to have found him. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers, embracing our daughter and me.

When he pulls away, he grabs the clipboard. Having to swipe the back of his hand over his face as he tries to read the form through watery eyes. “Where am I supposed to sign on this thing?” he asks, peering at me with a widespread grin.

Dr. Sanderson tiptoes in to show Duke where to fill out his portion. And when he finally signs…everyone is in tears.

I shift Olivia in my arms. “Do you want to hold your daughter?”

He brings the chair to sit beside me as Dr. Sanderson takes Olivia from my arms and places her gently in Duke’s. She looks so much tinier in his strong arms—the same arms that have protected me, cared for me, loved me all this time.

Cassidy shuffles over to me and hugs me tight. While Butch stands by his brother, gazing at Olivia in his arms. “Well, little lady.” He cocks a half grin. “Guess I’d better get the shotguns ready for your daddy and all your uncles.”

Cassidy rubs her belly. “Count on her cousin still cooking, too. She’s too beautiful. You’re seriously in trouble, Duke.”

Duke grins from ear to ear. “Can’t wait.”

A knock at the door has us turning before it bursts open to a beaming Julie, Clayton, Rhett, Levi, Lily, and Parker holding a bouquet of flowers and a little pink teddy bear.

Pure joy envelopes me as my new family surrounds me with all the love and support I’ve ever wanted. Everything our daughter deserves.

Olivia Grace Montgomery.

All because my car broke down on the side of the road in Montana.

Epilogue.

Duke

Six months later…

“Are you ready to go, babe?” I holler, bouncing Olivia in my arms as we wait to load up and head to my parents for Christmas Eve.

Olivia turned six months old a few weeks ago, and she’s thriving. She’s still tiny for her age, but the girl is smart as a whip. With Maci’s eyes, auburn hair, and beauty—she’s the spitting image of her momma.

And I couldn’t be prouder.

Maci and I tied the knot roughly three months ago. As soon as she was ready, we went to the courthouse. It wasn’t the wedding I expected her to want, but she told me repeatedly, all she wanted was to be married to me. So, we are. And Maci Baker is now Mrs. Duke Montgomery.

My wife.

Butch and Cassidy did the same thing after Gage was born—at the same time as us, I might add. Cassidy’s convinced Maci to have a double formal wedding this upcoming summer. And I’m glad because Maci deserves the wedding of her dreams.

Not to mention, Butch is more than happy to split the bill with me.

Olivia yawns, snuggling into my neck, and my heart swells. She’s wearing her plaid green Christmas dress with a matching bow and shoes I’m sure she’ll kick off in the car on the short ride over.

“Coming,” Maci calls, scurrying down the stairs. “I couldn’t find her sweater for the life of me,” she adds, Olivia’s white button-up sweater in hand, and looking gorgeous as always.

Her hair cascades in waves, makeup done to the nines, wearing a tight, black sweater dress that hugs her curves in all the right ways. Black stockings—I plan to tear off later—and knee-high boots that make my cock twitch. “You look fuckin’ amazing.” I grin.

“Language,” she snaps at me with a beautiful smile, her cheeks flushed. “I’m not having our sweet girl’s first word be the f-bomb.”

I chuckle deeply, shifting Olivia in my arms so her mother can put her sweater on. “I told you; it’s going to be Dada. Bean and I already discussed it, she said she’s gearing up for it soon.”

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