Mountain Man's Accidental Baby Daughter(44)

By: Lia Lee and Ella Brooke

I laughed and swatted Laird on the arm. “You’re incorrigible.”

“You always say that.”

“I was thinking we should call her Destiny.”

Laird smiled. “Because that’s how this happened.”

I nodded, and he kissed me again.

“Get dressed,” he said. “Or I’ll want to take you right here.”

I laughed. I had felt self-conscious about my baby bump when I had started showing but if anything, it had made Laird want me more. He kept telling me that knowing I was carrying his child and that he had planted his seed in me made me the hottest thing he had ever seen. It made me feel great about being pregnant and about our relationship.

It worked like we had always been together.

When I was dressed, and we sat in the office again, we booked our next appointment. Finally, we left. We headed back to our cabin in the mountains where we would be alone. I knew exactly what we would do.

Halfway home, we stopped.

“What are you doing?” I asked Laird.

“Wait here,” he said, getting out. He jogged away, and I noticed his limp had nearly gone. He had struggled with it after the cast had come off, but he had never complained. Having his memories and his life was more important, he’d said.

I wondered what he was up to. He had stopped at a center that didn’t have many shops. There was a convenience store, a hairdresser, a jeweler and a hardware store.

When Laird returned, he climbed into the truck with a silly grin on his face.

“What are you up to?” I asked.

Laird took my hand and slid a ring onto my finger. I blinked at the diamond, surprised.

“Now it’s official,” Laird said.

“You didn’t even ask,” I said, even though I knew I would have said yes.

“Sweetheart, you were mine since the moment you undid that first button on your blouse five months ago.”

I laughed because Laird was right. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Well, just for the record: yes!”

Laird chuckled and put the truck into gear, pulling into the road again.

“We’ll have to tell my parents,” I said.

“They’ll be so happy,” Laird said and I knew he was right.

I had done the right thing and contacted them after Laird and I had finalized our plans together. It had been wrong not to speak to them for so long. They had been right about Randy and I hadn’t wanted to admit it. I had been too caught up in my puppy love for him and I had rebelled against anything anyone would tell me that didn’t agree with my plans for a future with him.

But they had been right and I’d had to let them know.

When I had gone to see them, my mom had cried. I had arrived on their doorstep without letting them know I was on the way. I had been terrified that they would turn me away but my mom had grabbed me and held onto me and my dad had told me that he had always known I would find my way back home.

When I told them about the baby, they had been shocked. I hadn’t expected anything else. My mom had asked if it was Randy’s baby. When I had said no, they had both seemed relieved. I had been a fool not to listen to them about who Randy was.

They had been worried about the tattoos and the hairstyle, about my wild side that was showing. But my mom had commented on how happy I looked, and for the first time ever I was able to agree with them. I could tell my mom she was right, I was happy. Delirious.

My dad had been skeptical about Laird at first. What kind of a man slept with a stranger and got her pregnant? But I had taken Laird to meet them a month later and they loved him.

My mom had told me that he was the man for me, that destiny had found it’s way. And I agreed.

“They’ll be thrilled that we’re getting married,” I agreed, thinking back to how my mom had told me I should hold onto a good man when I found him. I had told her there was no rush, we had our baby together. But now that we were engaged, even though it was only five month down the line, I wanted to get married as soon as possible.

“Do you know you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, sitting on the ground that day I found you on the trail, pouting like a child?” Laird said.

I swatted at him with my hand. “I was not pouting.”

“You were,” Laird laughed. “But it was the sexiest pout I’ve ever seen.”

I smiled and turned my head toward the window, watching the scenery slide by.

We drove to the cabin together where Laird was already working on the room for the baby, as he had received permission.

Everything working out the way it should, as if it was all meant to be. I put my hand on my belly and looked out of the window.

Destiny, I thought.