Page 169 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

“Healthy heart rates. Perfect growth. You’re right on track,” the nurse confirmed.

He nodded slowly, his hand drifting toward my belly with something like awe. “Two little people,” he murmured. “Coming into the world because of us.”

Asher dropped into the chair beside me as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.

“Do you haveanyidea how much babies eat? Multiply that by two and…” He stopped, staring down at my belly, his eyes softening. “Shit.Twins.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. Hysterical, emotional for sure.

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked between them.

“You guys okay?” I asked, voice wobbling.

Garrett huffed a breath. “No. But we will be.”

Beckett’s hand was still on my stomach, callused and warm. He looked down at it like it was the first time he’d ever touched something sacred.

“I’ve never been more terrified in my life,” he admitted. “But I’ve also never wanted something this badly.”

I laughed again, wiping at my cheeks. “We’re gonna need a bigger house.”

Garrett kissed my knuckles. “We’ll build it. Whatever you need, we’ll make it happen.”

Asher reached for my other hand, lacing his fingers through mine. The screen still glowed beside us, those two little shapes dancing in the dark.

Our family was growing in unexpected, impossible ways.

And I had never felt so full.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Beckett

The soundof chiseling echoed through the quiet of the workshop.

I’d been at it for hours.

The sky outside had gone that bruised shade of indigo that meant dusk was close, and the smell of fresh-cut pine hung thick in the air.

I liked it that way. Wood shavings on the floor. Tools exactly where I needed them. The weight of something real taking shape beneath my hands.

Two cribs. Not one.

Two.

I’d been working in tandem, shifting between them every couple of hours to keep the design balanced. Same height. Same spacing between the rails. Same curves carved into the headboards.

Not identical, though. That didn’t feel right. I wasn’t trying to make copies. These were for two different souls.

Two babies.

Ours.

I still couldn’t say that out loud without my throat tightening.

After the ultrasound, I hadn’t been able to sleep. Not from fear. Not exactly. It was something bigger.

I’d been walking through the woods my whole life, thinking I knew the terrain, only to stumble into a clearing and realize the world waswiderthan I’d imagined.

---