Page 31 of My Knotty Mountain Men

“Get a hold of yourself, Violet,” I mutter to myself.

“You okay?” Jenna asks.

“Huh?” I blink over at her. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just nervous.”

We stop outside the security entrance. Jenna places my bags on the ground and pulls me into a hug. “Everything will be okay. No matter the outcome, you’ll be okay.”

“I hope so,” I sigh, hugging her back. “I really do.”

I’m absolutely terrified.

After finding out I was pregnant, I booked an appointment with an OBGYN and was able to get in the next day. One of the perks of being an Omega, I guess.

There, it was confirmed I was indeed pregnant. Not only with a blood and pee test, but they did an ultrasound, too. They saw the baby itself and notified me that I was twelve weeks along.

They asked if I wanted to hear their heartbeat or to see them for myself, but I declined. The idea of experiencing those important firsts on my own didn’t feel right.

If things went well and the guys, at the very least, wanted to be involved in the baby’s life, I’d want them to be there to see it with me.

And if they didn’t and I came back to Calling Wood, broken-hearted yet again—this time a single mom—I’d have my girls at my side. I know they would enjoy it just as much as I would.

With my girls by my side, we head through security to our gate.

The flight to Snow Valley wasn’t easy. I ended up puking more than once, unsure if it was from being pregnant, nerves, or air sickness.

What I did know was that it was embarrassing.

Safe to say, I spent half the flight in the bathroom.

Now that we’ve landed and hopped in our rental car, we headed towards Snow Valley.

As we make our way through the winding roads of the mountains, I take in the slight changes to the scenery. The girls make conversation with each other, but I remain quiet, too nervous and in my own head about what's to come.

There’s still snow, but it’s almost April, and things will start to melt soon. So now, the ground isn’t completely covered in snow and some green is starting to peek out.

I can only imagine the beauty of this place during the spring and summer months. God, and Autumn? The different colored leaves! A part of me wants to see it all so badly.

The closer we get to the town, the more a sense of rightness settles over me. Like this is where I’m supposed to be, where I belong. It’s strange, and I’m not sure if I like it.

As we pass the ‘Welcome To Snow Valley’ sign, I remember that I’m not really sure how to get to the guy's place.

Their cabin is only a few minutes by snowmobile from mine, but I don’t know how to get there from the road.

Looks like we’ll be asking for directions in town. Hopefully, they’re willing to give us the answers, or we’ll have to risk driving down every turn off road until I get there.

We haven’t booked flights back because we didn't know how long we were going to be here. But I do know I have to at least stay for a few days because there were no flights out until before then.

We’re going to have to go grab a few things to get us through the next few days.

As we make it past a few shops, my stomach growls. “Yeah, I bet you’re hungry,” I mutter to myself. “Seeing how you puked up everything you ate today.”

“You okay Letty?” Jenny asks.

“Yup. Just hungry.”

“Let’s stop and grab something to eat,” Jenna suggests.

I’m still crazy nervous, but I know if I don’t at least try to have something to eat, I’m going to feel worse.

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