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15. Alice Benette
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2026-01-22 20:04:22The barn looked even more beautiful at night.
The string lights hanging from the ceiling cast a warm golden glow over the rustic wooden tables, and the soft hum of conversations blended with gentle music, making everything feel like a collective embrace. The smell of hot food, spices, and freshly cut pine filled the air, bringing with it that strange sense of belonging — as if I had been part of this place far longer than I actually had.
I was sitting at the table with Rosa, holding a fork I was trying very hard to use with enthusiasm, even though my stomach clearly disagreed.
— You have no idea how hard it is to keep the ranch competitive these days — Rosa said, gesturing with her napkin. — Our last marketing manager quit at the beginning of the year, and since then we’ve been a little… lost.
I lifted my eyes, interested.
— Marketing? — I asked, resting my elbow on the table. — That’s ex
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The smell of the stable always calmed me. It was a mix of fresh hay, wood aged by time, horse sweat, and earth—the perfume of my life. As I brushed Tornado's back, I felt his muscles relax under my hands. The horse let out a low, contented snort, and I allowed myself a moment of peace. But today, the peace was fragile, shattered by a whirlwind inside my head.Alice.Just thinking of her, my hand stopped mid-air, the brush suspended over Tornado's dark coat. The kiss. That kiss last night, in front of her cabin, had unraveled everything I’d kept in order within me. It wasn't just attraction. It was something deeper, more dangerous. Something that made me want to protect, to care for, to stay close. And at the same time, it filled me with fear.Tornado turned his head, as if asking why I’d stopped."Sorry, boy," I murmured, resuming the brushing. "It's just that my head's more tangled than your harness after a day on the trail."The
A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 16. Alice Benette
I woke up with sunlight filtering gently through the curtains and a memory so vivid it felt like it had happened minutes ago. The kiss. The slow, careful kiss that still seemed imprinted on my lips. I sat up in bed, ran my fingers over my mouth, and smiled like a teenager. Then, as if the universe needed to pull me back to reality, the baby gave a little movement—or was it my imagination?—and I placed my hand on my belly."Good morning to you too," I whispered, laughing softly.But doubt came along with the excitement. What would today be like? Would Marco be different? Would he regret it? Was he the kind of man who kisses you at midnight and acts like nothing happened at breakfast?I put on comfortable jeans and a navy-blue sweater—nothing too flashy, but I didn't want to look like I’d just rolled out of bed either. I brushed my hair carefully, tucked a few strands behind my ear, and took a deep breath."Alright, Alice. Breathe an
A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 15. Alice Benette
The barn looked even more beautiful at night.The string lights hanging from the ceiling cast a warm golden glow over the rustic wooden tables, and the soft hum of conversations blended with gentle music, making everything feel like a collective embrace. The smell of hot food, spices, and freshly cut pine filled the air, bringing with it that strange sense of belonging — as if I had been part of this place far longer than I actually had.I was sitting at the table with Rosa, holding a fork I was trying very hard to use with enthusiasm, even though my stomach clearly disagreed.— You have no idea how hard it is to keep the ranch competitive these days — Rosa said, gesturing with her napkin. — Our last marketing manager quit at the beginning of the year, and since then we’ve been a little… lost.I lifted my eyes, interested.— Marketing? — I asked, resting my elbow on the table. — That’s ex
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The farm had never felt so alive as it did that night.The lights were still off, but the garden was already buzzing with voices, laughter, and soft footsteps on the cold grass. Guests wandered between the wooden tables filled with food, children ran around with crooked hats slipping over their eyes, and the scent of spices, pine, and hot chocolate blended in the air like someone had bottled Christmas itself.I walked among them, greeting one person here, shaking another hand there. Some came every year, others were new faces, but they all shared the same look — the look of someone who had chosen to be there to live something simple and special.“Marco!” a man called, raising his mug. “This hot chocolate should be illegal. It’s that good.”I smiled, lifting the ladle and serving him more.“My mother’s recipe. If I tell you how it’s made, she’ll disown me.”He laughed, thanked
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The ranch changes completely once the guests go to sleep.The noise fades. The lights soften. The cold of dawn settles over everything like a heavy blanket. This is the hour I like the most. No questions, no curious stares, no jokes about my temper. Just the sound of the wind moving through the trees, the footsteps of the staff, and the creak of ladders leaning against the massive pine trees we brought in from the woods.It’s a tradition. Always has been.Long before I was born, the Bennetts decorated the main garden in the middle of the night. They said it preserved the magic—that the trees should appear ready by morning, like something out of a story. My father believed that with almost religious devotion. And me… I keep doing it. Maybe for him. Maybe for myself.I climb one more rung on the ladder, steady
A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire 12. Alice Bennett
I wake up to the soft glow slipping through the cabin curtains, that golden kind of morning light that seems to whisper, “Hey, take it easy… today’s going to be kinder.”And for the first time since I arrived, my stomach isn’t twisting like a washing machine. I actually feel… okay. Tired, sure—pregnancy—but okay. And that’s already a victory.I stretch slowly, rest a hand over my belly, and murmur:“Good morning, baby. Let’s try not to embarrass ourselves today, alright?”I get up and walk to the bathroom. The cold wooden floor is somehow both uncomfortable and comforting—perfectly matching my emotional state. I take a hot shower, one of those that seem to melt your soul and send it swirling down the drain. When I’m done, wrapped in a towel, I think about Marco from last night.He could’ve just let Rosa come here. He should have.But he didn’t&m
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