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
Gunner followed Faith’s beat up car back home, pondering over every single thing he did and how he had failed his family. Turns out, he never did. He needed to see he was the luckiest man in the world. He had amazing friends, a wonderful mother and a wife who he loved more than anything, even with his flaws. Not to mention a little girl who adored him. Who saw him as her hero. And now, they have been blessed with another little bundle of joy. If they didn’t deserve it, God wouldn’t have let them conceive another baby. With a smile on his face, he remembered the moments with Faith. That day in the janitor’s closet, eating lunch together. The time he stood up to her father for her love and the right to be her boyfriend. And when he met Christopher, a shy guy who kept to himself, until Palmer had helped him get out of his shell. Oh, how he missed those moments in school. It was all simpler. Pulling his truck over at the side of the road, he turned the ignition off and pressed
Gunner covered his couch in his office with a sheet and tossed a couple of pillows from his truck before he sat down, leaning his head on the backrest and looking up into the ceiling. He thought of getting back into his truck and following his wife as soon as he saw her car disappear through the corner of the street, but he was as stubborn as she was sweet, and his body wouldn’t let him move, except towards his clinic. The sound of the cages and the dogs barking didn’t let him sleep, and he spent most of the day and night with his eyes wide open, thinking about what he has done. Maybe he was, indeed, overreacting, and he had to thank his friends for saving his ranch. But that didn’t take the fact that they had hidden it from him and Faith. “What am I going to do?” He said, running his hand through his blonde, now disheveled hair. Leaning forwards, he set his elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together. His heart ached, and he felt lonely inside his office. Since he had Fait
Gunner pulled over in front of his clinic, sighing as he looked at the locked door. He had given Samantha and Gina a day off as he wanted to celebrate for the day. But he never imagined it would go the way it did. Stepping out of his truck, he looked back at Faith, who had parked behind him, staring at him from behind the windshield. He could see her eyes were glassy and red from where he was standing and approached her vehicle, opening the door and crouching by her side. “It’s going to be fine, sweetheart,” he said, raising his hand to cup her cheek. Faith sobbed, turning to face him as they both lost themselves in a sweet embrace, the pain of losing their home getting to them. “Why do things keep happening to us?” she asked in a whisper, hiding her face on his shoulder while tears damped his shirt. “We need to just take it one day at a time.” Faith pulled back and looked at his blue eyes. “What if we overreacted? Maybe they’re right. We would have lost your ranch to Gray, an
Palmer could sense the awkward tension coming from their friends, and urged Christopher to sit, joining him shortly after she served everyone their coffee. As she set the mugs down, she could feel Faith’s gaze on her, and it wasn’t a happy one. “Well, we’re all ears. What questions might you have?” Christopher asked, thanking his wife with a kiss before he sipped his coffee. Gunner gazed at Faith as he held her hands while she nodded, giving him the approval to ask them. She also needed answers. He sighed, bit his lips, and frowned. “We want to know why did you lie to us?” Palmer stared at Christopher, confused. “We don’t know what you’re talking about, Gunner. We would never lie to you,” her husband replied. “Then why did Gray Jones come to our… oh, excuse me… now it’s yours as he said you bought it and paid our debts. Why did you lie to us, telling us that my father was never in such debts and that he had enough money to go around?” “Gunner…” Palmer started, but he glare
“Good morning, my beautiful queen,” Gunner said, wrapping his wife in his arms, snuggling against her as he smelled the lavender shampoo from her hair. “How did you sleep?” “I slept better than a baby,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder to smile at him, the look of love in his eyes giving her goosebumps. There was no one that could compare with her husband when it came to cherish the moments with her. “I feel guilty because Palmer and Chris couldn’t have their honeymoon, and here we are; we enjoyed our wedding night while they babysat Cheyenne,” she added. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it up to them. Now, let’s have a quick breakfast, pick her up at their ranch and then maybe have a picnic in the hills?” Faith hummed. “That sounds lovely.” They both stepped out of their bed, ready for a fun-filled day with their daughter. As Gunner headed to the bathroom, Faith couldn’t help but stare at her wedding ring, a small diamond sat on it and the reality of being his wife hit her with