All Chapters of A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning after the dress day dawned clear and fragrant, with that smell of wet earth and flowers that only the ranch had. Chloe was already awake when I came downstairs, sitting on the porch of Marco's cabin with a cup of coffee in her hand and an expression of pure wonder on her face. "Good morning," I sang, sitting beside her with difficulty—the girls were especially heavy today. "Nothing good about it. This place is unreal." She pointed to the lake, shining under the morning sun. "Look at that, Alice. I've read about landscapes like this, but I never imagined they actually existed." I laughed, resting my hand on my belly. "Wait until you see the rest." "There's more?" "So much more. The ranch is huge. We spent all day at the dress shop yesterday; you haven't seen anything yet." She looked at me with that mixture of curiosity a

The ranch looked like an anthill on moving day. People ran in every direction, carrying tables, chairs, decorations, and more decorations. The smell of fresh food was already starting to spread from the kitchen, where Rosa commanded an army of pots with a wooden spoon in each hand. Colorful balloons floated tied to the trees, and rows of little flags fluttered in the wind, creating a festive atmosphere that took over every corner.I was sitting on a bench near the barn, my huge, heavy belly resting on my lap, just watching the madness around me. The girls kicked nonstop, as if they too wanted to join the chaos. One day remained until the first Spring Festival at Snowfall Creek Ranch, and it seemed the entire world had decided to show up to help—or hinder, depending on your point of view."ALICE!" Rosa's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Where's that girl? I need you to taste the sauce!""Coming!" I shouted back, but I didn't get up."She never stops," Chloe commented beside me, sitting

The afternoon was already saying goodbye when we finally had a moment of peace. The festival still buzzed outside, with music and laughter in the distance, but inside Marco's cabin, the silence was cozy, intimate, perfect for what was to come. My parents were sitting on the living room sofa, still somewhat dazed by everything—the trip, the ranch, their pregnant daughter, the cowboy. My mother held a cup of tea that Rosa had insisted on bringing, and my father kept his hands clasped in his lap, his eyes scanning every detail of the room with barely disguised curiosity. I sat in the armchair across from them, my huge belly taking up space, and waited. Marco stood beside me, one hand resting on my back, a gesture of silent protection. "So…" my father broke the silence first. "This is the famous ranch." "This is the famous ranch," I confirmed. "It's big." 

The morning after the festival dawned calm, as if the ranch itself was catching its breath after so much celebration. I woke up with the sun streaming through the window and the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen, but it wasn't Marco preparing it—it was my father. I came down the stairs carefully, balancing my huge belly, and stopped at the kitchen door to watch the scene. My father, his back to me, stirred a pot on the stove with the same concentration he used to solve problems at work. He had always been like that: focused, quiet, present in his own way. "I knew you were there," he said without turning around. "I knew you knew." He laughed softly and turned around, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Here. Your mother said pregnant women need coffee. I don't understand these things." I approached and took the cup, feeling the warmth spread through my h

The bachelorette party was organized in secret, or at least they tried. But on a ranch where the main source of information was a chicken who understood everything, "secret" was a relative term."Surprise!" Chloe shouted when I opened the cabin door and found her, Rosa, and the little old ladies on the porch, all dressed in colorful clothes and holding balloons."Do you really think this is a surprise?" I laughed. "Fiona spent the whole afternoon clucking by the window.""That chicken ratted us out?" Rosa huffed. "I'm confiscating her little bow.""I think she'd like to see you try."Chloe pulled me by the arm, completely ignoring my huge belly as if it were invisible."Come, come, come! The party's at the lake and there's food, drinks, stories, and…" she lowered her voice, "the little old ladies.""Chloe, they hear everything.""I KNOW YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT US!" Teresa shouted from a distance."See?"We walked to the lake under a starry sky and a full moon that seemed placed there int