Months had gone by, and life had been such a treasure. The friends had made peace with each other, and as soon as the contract was up, Christopher and Palmer had handed Gunner and Faith the ownership of their home. It was now theirs, with no debt, no foreclosure, and no man wanting to steal it from them. Now, they each waited inside the maternity room, a curtain separating their wives as both of them found themselves giving birth on the same day. Faith breathed while Gunner frantically tried to make her comfortable, fluffing her pillow and whispering soothing words as the doctor ordered her to push. Few minutes had gone by, and the cry of a baby boy echoed in the room, bringing joy to the couple. “Oh, wait until Cheyenne meets him,” Faith said as the nurse handed her her son after a thorough cleaning. “She’ll be over the moon,” Gunner replied, kissing her forehead. “I am so proud of you, my caramel queen.” “No, proud of both of us. We did this together. All of it.” She repli
Making memories. It’s all a girl ever wants for herself. Faith Hilton had conquered Gunner Travis’ heart back in middle school; the track star falling for her beauty and kindness. She had finally given her own heart to him in high school, and she has been happy ever since. Gunner was a passionate dreamer, a stubborn man, and a heartthrob. But it didn’t matter, because he was all hers. Today, four years later, they are still together and now have a beautiful baby girl. She is proof of their love. A family was all Faith wanted, and now her dream has come true. Palmer Wright, her best friend, was marrying Christopher Melbourne, the love of her life, and she’s her maid of honor. She remembered when he arrived in town, shy and introverted. Palmer had saved him from the school bullies, making it her mission to be in his life forever. Even though four years of being apart had been torture for them. Making precious memories. “What are you thinking?” Palmer asked, looking at herself
Palmer was in tears, thankful that her makeup was waterproof, or else she would have to go back to her room and freshen up. “I'm so proud of you,” Faith said after she approached Gunner, kissing him tenderly before he passed her the microphone. She gave a brief speech, but her tears didn't let her continue, to which Palmer chuckled and stood from her chair to hug her. She thanked her for being there for her unconditionally. They all spent the rest of the party chatting and eating when Daisy came outside with a crying Cheyenne in her arms, the little one feeling cranky and having enough of the party; wanting to be in her parents’ arms. Cheyenne spotted them and stretched her little arms, her blue eyes full of tears. “I think the little one is tired, so I brought her to momma,” she said, handing her to Faith. Cheyenne screamed in happiness before rubbing her eyes, yawning, and putting her head on her mother’s shoulder. “I think we better get home. We’re also tired. We can come b
Faith stood on their porch, seeing his truck disappear in the distance before she walked back into the house and sat Cheyenne down in her high chair. “Ma-ma!” she said, excitedly tapping her hands on the table while she waited for her breakfast. “Yes, sweetheart. It will be ready soon,” Faith replied, grabbing some fruit from the fridge and instant oatmeal from the cupboard. While the oats cooked in the microwave, she cut the apples and pears on a wooden cutting board, turning towards her daughter soon after. “Here, princess.” She put the fruits in front of her, cooling down the oats before putting them on the table as well. Sitting down in front of Cheyenne, she opened the laptop that she kept on the dining chair and started browsing for fashion schools online where she could apply. Excitement ran through her, and she couldn't wait to be a part of one. After spending a good amount of time searching, she didn’t have as much luck as she hoped. Nothing appealed to her, and for s
As soon as he arrived, Palmer walked out of the stables to meet him and led him towards Goliath, who was barely standing. “What do we have here?” He asked, setting the bag down before he opened it to pull a pair of gloves out of it. “I'm not sure, Gunner. This is how he woke up, and I haven't seen any of our horses sick like this in years. I've been trying to reach Mom and Dad, but they're not answering,” Palmer replied, concerned. This was the horse that had gone wild on her years ago, but she still loved him. Gunner grabbed a small tube and took a sample of some yellowish fluid coming out of his nose. He observed it before putting it in the bag, along with the other test tubes. “I'm taking these to the lab and will check what he has, but judging by the way the fluid coming out of his nose looks, he might have Equine Influenza,” he replied, grabbing a towel to clean the horse. “I figured. Just wanted to make sure,” she mentioned, not looking at Gunner straight into his eyes as
The next morning, Gunner heard Cheyenne cry through the baby monitor as he fluttered his eyes open before realizing she had gotten quiet not long later. Gently moving Faith away from his lap, he laid her back down on the couch, making his way towards their daughter’s bedroom to check on her; only to find her unconscious. “Cheyenne?” he called, shaking her softly, thinking she was being a little prankster, but when she didn’t move, he grew anxious. “Cheyenne!” Swiftly picking her up from her crib, he ran towards the truck desperately, while shouting at Faith to wake up. She opened her eyes and saw him get out of the house, his back the last thing she saw as he pushed the screen door open. “What’s wrong, Gunner?” she asked, putting her shoes on as her heart beat erratically, knowing there was something wrong. As soon as she made it into the truck, Gunner handed her their daughter, running around the truck before getting in and driving off. He wasn’t sure how he was even able to g
Palmer and Christopher hurried to the hospital, worried about their friends and their daughter. He parked the car in the closest spot available before they both headed inside, asking the receptionist where Cheyenne’s room was. “I’m sorry, but visitors are not allowed at this time, unless they’re family,” she said, giving Palmer an apologetic smile. “It’s okay, she’s my sister,” Faith lied, but right now she wanted her best friend with her. She looked as if she hadn't slept in days, and there were bags under her eyes. She led them both to Cheyenne’s room and Palmer quickly approached the little girl’s bed, caressing her soft hair as she looked at her with a sweet smile on her face. “What can we do to help?” Christopher asked Gunner, who shrugged as both men stood by the end of the bed, looking at his daughter, who was pale and frail. “There’s not much to do unless there’s an organ donor. But it takes a lot of money to put her on the waiting list,” he replied. Palmer looked at hi
The days seemed like years for the couple as they waited for a sign that their daughter would be okay. Faith laid next to Cheyenne, stroking her pale chubby cheeks while feeling exhausted from crying and not sleeping enough. Singing her a lullaby song, she was desperate to see her run around as if nothing had happened. It had been torture, and she was ready to go crazy. She heard Gunner walk in with a tray of food from the cafeteria, setting it down on the table next to the bed before wheeling it towards Faith. “Faith, you need to eat something, darling,” he whispered to get her attention without waking Cheyenne up from her nap. She looked at him with tired eyes and a faint smile as she sat up, seeing the hot pastrami sandwich and a chicken salad. “I’m not hungry, Gunner,” she said, her eyes going back to their daughter. “All I want is for her to get better.” He pulled her up from the bed, enveloped her in his arms, and swayed side to side in an attempt to soothe her. The pain a