Gunner and Faith lay on the couch, cuddling as Cheyenne played with her toys on the rug on the living room floor. The silence was comfortable, but Gunner still had an uneasiness in him, the thoughts killing him. Since he met Faith, he promised himself he would make her his wife, provide for her and make sure she lived a happy life with him. “What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, honey?” She asked, not needing to look at him but her arm wrapped tighter around his waist. His body language had said it all, he didn’t need to talk for her to know something was bothering him. “Nothing, baby. I just want the best for the three of you,” he replied, softly rubbing her flat belly. Finding out they would be parents for the second time had him feeling nervous, but excited all the same. Growing a family was all he ever wanted since he was a teenager and Faith was the perfect woman to be by his side. She looked straight into his blue eyes, trying to reassure him. It was odd t

“I can’t believe you’re marrying today. Why the rush? You’re just getting discharged,” Palmer asked as she did Faith’s hair while they waited for the nurse to bring the discharge papers. She had called her friend to bring her dress from her house, along with getting Cheyenne ready. Gunner would be waiting for her in the courthouse, lucky they had gotten the judge of peace to agree to marry them on such short notice. The old man was fond of the family, and he didn’t hesitate in offering his services. “I don’t want to wait anymore, Palmer. I feel better, now knowing my baby will be okay. We can be here today, and who knows where we’ll be tomorrow? I want to be Gunner’s wife,” Faith replied as Palmer put a large white flower on her hair, the contrast of it with her dark curls making it all blend beautifully. “Well, all I have to say is that you look stunning, and it makes me happy you considered me to be your maid of honor.” “Why not? You’re my best friend, and the Godmother of my c

“Do you even know where he is?” Faith asked, curiously as she pulled Chloe towards one booth, both of them sitting down comfortably. “I don’t know. All I know is that he’s some big-shot football player, but we’re not here to talk about him. We’re here to celebrate your wedding.” Chloe tried to sound cheerful, but she knew even if Faith only met her a few times in school, she could sense when someone was truly hurting emotionally. “Nonsense, Chloe. We might not be close, but you are part of this town, and we were schoolmates. You and Hunter looked so cute together. He was such a puppy when it came to you. It beat having to deal with his bully ways. You were the only one who could tame him so he could leave Christopher and Palmer alone.” They both chuckled at her comment, but Chloe knew she was right. Loving Hunter had been the best thing to ever happen to her. She could see the difference in him when they were together. He even smiled often. “Why don’t you try calling him? Who k

“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

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