Page 9 of The Mountain Man's Secret Bride
I wrap my arms around my beautiful wife and pull her back to my chest, "She's fine. She's brave and strong just like her mother." I kiss the top of her head and rest my hands under her belly, gently lifting to help relieve the pressure from her bladder.
"You're too good to me, husband." She sighs, letting her shoulders relax against me. "Just wait, in a few years, it will be more than a few backflips into the lake, Bella will be doing to cause trouble."
"Not if I have anything to say about it." I shudder at the thought of any of my daughters dating. "I glance at our four-year-old twin girls playing on the grass by the edge of the lake. "It's a good thing the next baby is a boy—it evens the odds."
"Even if it didn't, with all Bella's male cousins, no boy will ever be good enough to date her or her sisters. She might have to sign up to become a mail-order bride when she's old enough to find a husband."
"Bite your tongue, woman." I wrap my arms around her a little tighter. "Maybe I need to put something in your mouth so you’ll stop talking crazy."
Jessa tilts her head to the side, glancing back at me. "Promises, promises."
“No promises about it.” Bale and his wife are taking the kids out for pizza tonight.
"Bring it on... oh" Jessa's belly tightens then contracts. "Looks like I'll have to take a rain check; your son is ready to join the world."
"Kids, code needy baby, greedy baby!" I yell the code phrase the kids and I came up with for when it was time for Jessa to go to the hospital and have the baby.
"Really, that's the code phrase you guys picked?" I can almost hear Jessa's eyes rolling.
"What? It was either that or baby shar…" Jessa spins faster than a woman in her condition should and quickly covers my mouth with her hand.
“Nope. Don't even think about it. I'm not going to have that song in my head while I'm in labor.”
I place my lips softly on her palm before wrapping my hand around her wrist and moving her arm, "I love you, Jessa."
"I love you too, Bay." She leans forward and kisses my lips, then leans back and says, "Now let's get this baby out of me."
-The End-
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Mountain Man's Secrete Crush
Brooks
I have a crush. That’s something I never thought I would admit. At thirty-three, I should be married with a bunch of kids running around. But I haven’t found the one I want to spend the rest of my life with until I met Junie, the new curvy baker in town. Luckily, my six-year-old niece loves Junie’s Unicorn sugar cookies. It’s the perfect reason to visit Junie’s bakery every day. If only I had the courage to ask Junie out. The town’s summer celebration is just around the corner. I’d give anything to enjoy the special day with Junie.
Junie
I have a crush on the quiet mountain man who brings his niece to my bakery nearly every day. He still stops by if she’s not with him and picks up her favorite treat. I’m a people person—I love talking, but I haven’t been able to get the shy mountain man to reply with more than a few words or a couple of grunts. But, oh, those grunts—I‘d love to hear those sounds when we are alone. I plan to take matters into my own hands and invite him to thetown’s annual summer celebration on a date until fate steps in to remind me why I'm not meant for romantic relationships.
Chapter 1 – Junie
“Hurry up.” I plead with the lemon cookies to take their own sweet time to bake in the bakery’s new confectionery oven. The oven was the first major purchase my sisters and I made when we took over ownership of the town bakery last month.
The salesperson at the appliance store highlighted the oven’s speed and even cooking features, but right now, I’m starting to think the oven is more of a lemon than the cookies it’s baking.
I glance at the clock on the wall above the oven as the minute hand moves closer to my favorite time of day when Brooks walks into my store, his silent yet strong presence filling the space. He stops by the bakery every day—sometimes alone, sometimes with his niece Molly.
Molly is six years old and filled with piss and vinegar, just like I was at that age. She has all three of her uncles wrapped around her little finger. Especially Brooks, considering he picks up her favorite unicorn sugar cookie every day like clockwork.
Speaking of clockwork, he's about to arrive any minute, and these cookies are far from baked. I need to finish decorating them for the quilting club.
