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First baby kicks

“Then what are you going to do about it?” Calder asks, his eyes piercing. “What would Dad tell you?”
I lift my brows and shrug. “He’d tell me to come up with a plan to win her over.”
Calder nods. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

34 pages left to win Trista’s heart
Wyatt needs to work quickly

Wyatt- My dad always said if a man has a plan, he can be content in his life. And he was right because being content quiets my mind. And damn, do I love the sound of nothing. I’d do just about anything for it
Like hire a woman I felt an immediate connection with to have a baby for me because no matter what I’ve done with my life, I’ve never been able to quiet the voice of wanting to be a father

Wyatt’s chest heaves as he shakes his head sadly and stares at his hands. “You’re playing defense for something that isn’t even a game.”

“…I have a plan, Wyatt, and none of this is a part of my plan.”
Wyatt’s brows twitch knowingly. “I love plans just as much as the next person, but plans can change, Lucky.”
Not mine,” I reply…

This family gives and gives so easily, and I’m just the big, dumb idiot who doesn’t know how to take it.

Trista thinks about the Fletcher family
Not used to their affection
So different from her family

Trista- A peculiar feeling of jealousy slices through me. It was one thing to find out that Wyatt was in love with her and she broke his heart. It’s another to find out they almost had a baby together and he might have married her. It makes whatever the hell we have feel less significant somehow.
Robyn isn’t just the one who got away...
She’s the family he probably always wanted.

“Wyatt.” I close my eyes and feel the burn of hot tears threaten to slide down my face. I take a slow, deep breath before speaking because I know if I open my mouth too soon, I will cry. And I hate myself for that too. When I’ve regained control, I say the words that will hopefully end this conversation for good. “This is just a job for me.”

Trista wants to end things with Wyatt

Trista- This baby isn’t mine. It’s his. It’s always been his, and the reason I probably haven’t felt it kick yet isn’t because of the location of my stupid placenta. It’s because I don’t deserve that experience the same way my parents never deserved to have children of their own. I am not worthy of this baby.

I laugh as I recall him in my bed the other morning, telling me I could stay in the barn another year or two if I wanted.
Stay in the barn.
Like an animal.
Like a concubine.
Like a whore.