AustinAs my mom and stepdad enter the room, I notice that the Carters are not with them. My mom surprises me with her next words. "I love you and I want what's best for you. So, what's your plan?" she asks.I’m planning to move back here and raise my child during the week, then go to Wyoming on the weekends so Cortland can be with his child. I've already explained this to everyone."My tone is calm and realistic, as I try to convey my intention to take responsibility for my child's upbringing while also maintaining a relationship with the father."I'm sorry, but I've made a decision," my mom informs me. "You'll be returning to Wyoming, where you'll live. Your stepfather and I will be joining you there."Confused, I ask, "What do you mean?""We wanted to surprise you," she explains. "We've already secured a place in Wyoming, not too far from the ranch. We want to be closer to you and our grandchild, and I also want to reconnect with my best friend.""I'm not sure if I want to return
CortlandI am sitting wallowing in my stupidity when Carrington sits beside me. I look out the corner of my eye at him and see he has a split lip. Did Austin punch him? The more important question is what he does to cause her to hit him. “Why are you bleeding?” I ask.“Austin’s friend showed up and punched me in the mouth.” He says with a smirk.Okay, not the response you expect from someone who just got hit in the face. I don’t say anything; I simply give him a questioning look. Declan was there when we showed up, and he immediately went to Cadee and Stacy.“Oakleigh hit me. She also happens to be Annie Oakleigh.” He speaks. That gets my attention.“That girl you, Coldwell, and Camden talk about. The porn star?” I ask. I don’t think she is a porn star. I never watched her. Not that I’ve not watched porn. It's simply that she did educational videos or some shit. I do not need sex education. Not cocky, just the facts.“She doesn’t do porn. She isn’t having sex. She in
AustinHow in the hell are all the flights to Wyoming booked? The only plane I can get Oakleigh and me on is private. I can’t get any information on who owns this plane, but this has the Carter’s written all over it. I could rent a car and drive, but the doctor said no if I found out Cortland had anything to do with this. I’m going to let Oakleigh hit him. Which she is all for, by the way. I guess I have no choice. I can’t stay here since my family is moving to Wyoming. So what choice do I have. I’ll make Oakleigh sit by me, and Cortland can stuff it. Yes, I’m being stubborn, and I don’t care.Oakleigh and I arrive at the airport the next day and are escorted to the private plane. A gentleman takes all our bags, and we board. Surprisingly it is empty. We pick our seats and enjoy the spaciousness. The seats are leather and roomy. This is nice. A girl could get spoiled if she didn’t suspect her betraying ex of setting this up.My suspicions are confirmed when Coldwell boards
CortlandLeaving Austin tonight was the hardest thing I have had to do. As I sit on the plane, I can't help but think of the love that I left behind. When she fell asleep in her seat, I immediately got up and reached to pick her up. But her friend stopped me and read me the riot act. I had to promise to ensure she and the baby were comfortable.As I lay next to her, with my hand on her lower abdomen, I was fascinated to know my child was growing in there. But the reality was that I had left her alone, pregnant, and feeling abandoned. I was the man who promised to be there for her, but I let her down. It was a mistake that I would regret for the rest of my life.I had planned to propose to her once she collected her award during the banquet. But I pushed her away, and she left without receiving the recognition she deserved. I was a bastard for letting her go and not contacting her.As I scrub my hand down my face, I know that I need to make things right. I need to go back and have a do
AustinAs I stood under the warm water of my shower, I couldn't help but think about Cortland. Today was my ten-week ultrasound appointment, and we would get to hear the baby's heartbeat. But "we" was a relative term, considering our turbulent breakup.As I let my thoughts wander, memories of our fiery romance flooded my mind. I recall the indulgent moments we spent in this lavish shower, the sensation of his hands caressing every inch of my body, the exquisite feel of his lips on my neck, sending erotic shivers down my spine. And then, our bodies entwined in a dance of pure ecstasy, moving in perfect synchronicity. The feeling of his manhood inside me, a blissful union of passion and desire, a moment of pure ectasy.But those memories were bittersweet now. Cortland had betrayed me, and I couldn't forgive him for that. I was pregnant with his child, but that didn't mean we could magically fix our relationship.As I got dressed and headed to my appointment, my nerves were on edge. I kn
CortlandAs I walked towards the restaurant, my heart was pounding with nervousness and excitement. I had been planning this meeting since I screwed up us, preparing myself mentally and emotionally for what he knew would be a difficult conversation. But after the doctor’s visit yesterday all he can think about is her. It will always be her.He had tried to stay away from her, tried to only be a responsible father to their child, but he couldn't resist her pull. She was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, and he knew he couldn't live without her.As he sat across from her at the table, he felt his resolve slipping. She was beautiful, with her long hair and bright blue eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as he looked at her.He pulled out the custody agreement and began to discuss it, trying to mask his true intentions. But as the conversation went on, he found himself losing control, letting his guard down and revealing his true feelings.Then their discussion
AustinI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall in front of me. It had been a sleepless night, as I lay awake, plagued with worry. I am a single pregnant woman who had a burning desire to take on two boys. I couldn't help but wonder what the judge would say about this. Would he even consider my case, or would he laugh me out of the courtroom?As I pondered my situation, tears streamed down my face, and my heart ached with pain. She knew that taking on two boys was a huge responsibility, especially with a baby on the way. But I also knew that I couldn't let them go. These boys had won my heart, and I couldn’t bear the thought of them being sent off to separate foster homes.I took a deep breath and wiped the tears from my eyes. I knew that I must be strong and fight for what I believed was best for those boys. I get ready to go to court, and if the judge laughs at me, I will keep fighting until I find someone who will listen.I knew that there was no guarantee that I would win
CorlandI knew the sex Austin and I just had was more about her pregnancy hormones than her feelings for me. Then she asks the million-dollar question."Why did you do it? Why did you push me away and not contact me back when I contacted? Why did you break your promise?" Austin says. I'm amazed that she doesn't break down and cry. Instead, she looks me in the eye and seems to have made her peace. She's amazing. She knows that there are things that need to be done, and she's ready to take on the world. She's strong and she's determined. I'm impressed by her courage and resilience. She's come so far, even though she's been dealt a difficult hand. She's not one to give up easily, and I admire her for it. She's the kind of person who will fight for what she believes in and not back down, no matter what.“You weren’t here when your grandfather refused to sell back our water rights, so you don't know how hard my family tried to get them back. When I took over, I offered five times what the