Page 94 of Wildest Dreams

Once she is fed and changed, I walk her downstairs, still wearing my nightie. I hadn't had a second to get changed because every time I laid her down, she sobbed.

Orla is standing at the sink, coffee in hand as she distantly looks over the ranch, no doubt her mind with Pacey.

Riggs sits at the table, a stupid smirk on his face and it makes sense, he actuallyknowswhat me and his brother have been up to. He didn’t just catch me sneaking out of his room after maybe accidentally falling asleep in his room.

Shit.

“Morning,” I say softly, and Orla snaps out of her trance, turning to face me.

“Morning my beautiful girls,” she smiles widely, stepping towards me and Lainey as she places her mug on theworksurface before she kisses me on the cheek and takes Lainey from me who goes willingly, arms out for Orla as she babbles away.

“I see how it is,” I smirk, walking towards the coffee pot and pouring myself a hot cup.

“She's granny’s favorite girl,” Orla dances around the large kitchen area and I just stand and watch, heart slowly disintegrating inside my chest. My fingers pinch at the delicate pendant of my gold chain. I wish my mom was here, wish she could have met her granddaughter. But I am grateful that in some weird twist of fate, my baby has Orla.Her Granny.

She sings to her,I Will Always Love You - Dolly Partonand a lump bobs in my throat as tears threaten. I can feel Riggs staring at me, and my cheeks flush. Turning my face slowly to look at him, my lips turn up slightly into a small smile and he gives me a shallow, knowing nod, lips rolled into a thin line.

Bringing my mug to my lips I take a sip just as Tripp wheels himself into the kitchen.

“We need to get you on your crutches man,” Riggs sighs, shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his brother off.

“The physio is due today, I'm sure she'll work me out and get me on my feet,” and my ears prick, eyes slicing across to him and Riggs laughs into his cup, not just a gentle laugh, no, a full on belly laugh that gains the attention of everyone in the room.

“What's funny?” Orla asks, Lainey's face flush with her cheek as Orla keeps swaying.

“Nothing,” I snap my lips shut and I see the glint of playfulness in Tripp's eyes.

“Little Dixie here getting jealous over the physio,” Riggs says through bouts of laughter and I step towards him, swatting the top of his arm with my hand.

“No I’m not,” my cheeks turn red, blazing fucking hot and my ears feel like they're on fire.

“You are darlin',” Riggs says softly, shrugging his shoulder up. “It’s okay to admit it, we won’t judge.”

“Don't you have cows to sort out?” I snap back in a lame ass attempt of a comeback.

“Waiting on you sweet cheeks, I'm two men down... I need all the help I can get ahead of the branding in a few weeks.”

“Oh shit, I forgot about that,” Tripp grunts, wheeling closer to me smirking.

“Morning,” I whisper as I turn quickly and reach for a mug and place it under the coffee machine.

“Morning little dreamcatcher,” he winks then looks over at my mom. “Morning ma.”

“Morning my angel boy,” she smiles sweetly at her son as she places Lainey into the highchair.

Riggs coughs, “Do I not get a morning?”

“Morning sweetie,” Tripp teases and Orla rolls her eyes.

“I saidmorningto you this morning mama's little cherub,” she walks over to Riggs, pinching his cheek and he laughs before she grabs a yogurt out for Lainey and some mushed-up blueberries.

“Thanks ma,” Riggs beams, draining the rest of his coffee and sliding from the stool before placing his empty cup into the sink. “Dixie, go and get ready, we've got a full day,” he huffs, reaching for his hat off the coat stand. “I'll meet you in the bunkhouse,” he gives me a nod and my heart thumps a little louder.

“Riggs,” Orla calls out, her voice timid.

“Yeah?”

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