Page 48 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
“You okay, Harm?” Caleb asked from his chair.
She nodded. “We’re more than okay, bud.”
Mason cleared his throat. “We have an announcement.”
“Well,” Harmony interjected, “it’s everyone’s Christmas gift, actually.”
“What is it?” Lance asked.
“How about you shut the fuck up so they can tell us?” his twin shot back.
Harmony scanned the room, stopping on me. Love sparkled in her eyes. The kind of love every woman—every mother—experiences. I felt the tears coming as she opened her mouth. “Mason and I…” She trailed off, pondering for a moment. “You know, I’ve been practicing this. I even wrote out a script, but Mase said it was a little ridiculous because you’re our family and we have nothing to worry about.”
“Because we don’t, Little Song,” he rumbled from beside her, putting his arm around her waist, bringing her close.
She looked up at him, hand on his chest now. “You do it.”
“You sure?” he asked softly.
She nodded rapidly against him, stray red curls sticking to his sweater.
He lifted his head and looked over to his brother. “Harmony and I have a son.”
My lips parted as Mags put his hand on the back of my neck, squeezing once.
Valerie’s gaze dropped to Harmony’s stomach.
Slowly, I turned my head, finding Abbie’s wet eyes. We shared a smile, but it was quickly wiped away when Mason said, “He’ll be here next week.”
“Uh, what?”Beau asked.
Mason was still looking at his brother. “I know Langston blood means something to his ranch, but my son—our son—will not have that.”
“We’re adopting a beautiful baby boy named Micah,” Harmony rasped, looking at everyone. “He’s two months old and by far the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen.”
No one said anything for a few moments, letting the news settle. Then Denver broke the silence. “Micah doesn’t need Langston blood to be a Langston,” he pushed out thickly. “Everyone in this room is family because we chose each other. He’s your son because you chose him, and that’s all that matters.”
Harmony nodded, sniffling. “We know that this isn’t the traditional way—”
“He’s family,” Valerie cut her off.
A hot tear hit my cheek.
“When is he coming home?”
This question came from my cowboy, the emotion behind it causing me to bring my hand to my mouth.
Harmony’s gaze swung over to him, her bottom lip trembling. “He’ll be here next week.”
“You got everything you need for him? Crib and all that?”
God, my cowboy. He was going to build them something for Micah.
Mason nodded. “Yeah, everything is set.”
“What else do you need?” Beau asked, leaning forward.
“Love. We just need y’all to love him,” Harmony breathed.
