Page 105 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

And the second we pulled up to the cabin, I knew the truth wouldn’t stop there.

The porch light was on, which meant someone was home. Beckett’s truck was parked just off the drive. My heart thudded harder at the sight of it.

Asher killed the engine and sat back for a beat. “Do you want to talk first, or…?”

I sighed. “At this point, we might as wellalltalk, don’t you think?”

I was too exhausted to keep going over everything again and again.

His eyes flicked to mine, and I could see the range of conflicting emotions dancing all over his face. “You sure?”

No. I wasn’t sure about any of this.

But I nodded anyway and pushed the door open.

The air inside the cabin was warm, thick with the scent of woodsmoke and Beckett’s favorite coffee. For a second, it almost made me feel safe.

Almost.

Beckett stood near the fireplace, mug in hand, watching us the second we walked in. His eyes moved from Asher to me and back again.

He knew.

Not just about the baby… but that I’d told Asher as well. It was written all over his face.

He didn’t say anything, he gave a small nod, like he’d been waiting. Something in him had already prepared for this.

But Garrett…

Garrett was on the couch, bent over his worn notebook, sketching some new wooden design that I had to admit looked incredible. He looked up at the sound of the door, his whole face lighting up when he spotted me.

“Hey,” he said, smiling. “Didn’t know you were coming over.”

Then he looked closer. His smile faded.

“What’s going on? Are you alright? I’ve been worried about you.”

Asher stepped back, giving me space. Beckett set his mug down with a quietthunk.

I took a breath that didn’t feel deep enough. “Garrett I need to tell you something.”

He stood slowly, brows furrowed, his posture shifting as he read the room. “Okay.”

My throat burned. I tried to steady myself.

“I’m…” The words caught again. Damn, why was it so hard? “I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed stretched too long.

Garrett’s mouth parted slightly. “What?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “You’re pregnant?”

I nodded once.

“And it’s… one of us?” He wasn’t angry. He sounded lost. Disbelieving.

“I don’t know who,” I admitted. “I haven’t figured that part out.”

He staggered back a half-step, like the air had been knocked from his lungs. A hand went through his hair. “Shit.”

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