Status Updates From Nine Month Contract (Mounta...

Trista- Wyatt!
Wyatt- What?
T- You’re like...dad bombing me!
W- I’m what?
T- Like love bombing but in the weird mountain-man surrogate-dad sort of way.

Wyatt’s love language is gifts & acts of service.
He’s taking care of Trista.

And I get that Trista doesn’t need me. But what does she expect? I jizz in a cup, she gets pregnant with my baby, and that’s it? I see her in nine months to collect my purchase? That’s not how I want this to go. Not now that I’ve gotten to know her a bit. I want her to feel supported through all this...
Wyatt

“This isn’t up for debate, Lucky,” I grumble, my boots loud on the floor as I stomp toward the bed under the recycled windows I installed.
“Lucky.” She grumbles back the nickname I’ve just given her and moves her hand to pinch my ribs. “Put me down before your luck changes and you throw your back out.”

He gave her a nickname