Page 76 of Won’t Let You Get Away

I drop my head into my hands, before sighing and choosing to ignore him.

“Why are we in the hallway?”

His grin turns shy, a rare pink painting his cheeks above his beard. “I’ve been working on something while you rested.”

He shifts his weight between his feet. “Well, with the help of your parents, our brothers and AJ. Addison also helped via video chat when she could.”

My brows pull together as I try to figure out what he did. Luckily, Noah doesn’t make me wait.

Turning the door handle, he pauses and glances back at me. “While it’s all stuff that you have on the list, if you don’t like itwe can change whatever you want. AJ and Con already offered to help hustle if you decide you want something changed.”

With that, he pushes the door open and steps inside. I follow after him and am crying before I’m fully in the room.

Somehow, between taking care of me and running the farm, he managed to put together the perfect nursery for the baby.

The dark gray furniture set that we picked out is all in here, built and ready to use. A comfy rocking chair is nestled in the corner, a matching side table beside it with some of the baby books I had ordered last week. The neutral animal theme carries throughout the room, with pictures and stuffed animals on shelves.

Tears run uncontrollably down my face as I take it all in.

“There’s more decorations for above his crib, Connor’s coming over this weekend to help finish hanging those. And there’s some clothes and necessities here,” Noah motions to the stack of boxes. “that your Ma bought. But I didn’t want to put things away without you, that way we both know where everything is.”

“Noah, this is…” I trail off, crossing the room and running my hand along the edge of the crib. “It’s perfect.”

I turn to look at him, expecting to find him relieved but he still looks tense.

“What’s wrong?” I’ve barely finished the question when Noah answers.

“I love you,” he blurts out.

We both stand frozen for a second, both of us seeming to make sure that’s what he actually said.

Noah nods, a genuine finally smile stretching across his lips and his shoulders relax.

“While it’s not how I planned to do this,” he comes over to stand in front of me. Reaching up, he brushes my hair from my face and watches me, speaking slower.

“I love you.”

I open my mouth but he shakes his head and continues.

“I know that none of this is how you planned it. Me, the baby…living here. But meeting you and having you here are the best things to ever happen to me. Before you came into my life, I was living for work. You make me see everything in a different light. I am grateful to have you here, pushing me to live for more than just the farm. I’ve lived here my whole life, knowing this is where I’m meant to be, but because of you, I finally feel like I’m where I belong.”

He drops his forehead to rest against mine, all the while smiling at me. “I love you. Not because you’re having my baby. But because of your strength, your light, and just…you, Bri. I love you.”

Before he even thinks of making me cry with more beautiful declarations, I push to my tiptoes and kiss him.

“I love you too, Noah.”

EPILOGUE

NOAH

“You did so good, Sugar.” I whisper from my spot at the end of her hospital bed.

Bri lets out a weak laugh. “Not like I had much choice. He was coming out one way or another.”

“You are incredible,” I say, meeting her gaze. The words hardly seem adequate. I shake my head, swaying slightly as our son peacefully sleeps in my arms.

Last night, after dinner, Bri had insisted on checking on Rosie. The mare still had a couple of months before her own foal was due, but we had been keeping a close eye on her. I hadn’t realized just how attached they had become until Bri started crying about how long it had been since she last gave Rosie a treat.

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