Baby For The Mountain Man

“Do you know what room you want to sleep in?” he asked.

The question caused my eyes to flutter open as I caught his gaze.

“Got any room in your closet?” I asked.

The grin that crawled across his face caused his eyes to sparkle in a way I’d never seen before.

“I could make room,” he said.

“Good,” I said as his hand dipped between my thighs. “Oh… that’s so good.”

Epilogue

Travis

“Hey, look who it is!”

“Well if it isn’t the belle of the ball and the beast of the underworld.”

“Are they talking about you or me?” Ava asked.

“Pretty sure you’re the belle and I’m the beast,” I said.

“That’s not very kind.”

“It’s Jasper and Leo. Did you expect any different?” I asked.

My brothers came striding up and wrapped their arms around Ava. She was seven months pregnant with our flourishing baby girl and looked more radiant than ever. Ever since my parents decided to take up permanent residence in Florida, my brothers and I had grown closer. I wanted my daughter to know her uncles. I wanted Ava to become a part of this family.

But most of all, I wanted all three of the business owners to have a close relationship with one another.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Jasper asked.

“You look good. That a new dress?” Leo asked.

“It is new, yes. Because I’m ballooning faster than my closet can keep up,” Ava said. “And thank you, Jasper. That means a lot.”

“Have you guys gotten everything together for the tax season? It’s gonna hit us sooner than you think,” I said.

“We can talk shop later,” Jasper said. “Right now, I want to hear all about how this last month has gone.”

“Yes. How is my little niece doing?” Leo asked. “She still using your kidneys as kickboxing bags?”

“She’s flipped a bit, so now she’s on my bladder. I’m two more well-placed kicks away from needing diapers myself,” Ava said.

“That sounds petrifying. Travis, I hope you’re doing everything for this woman so she doesn’t have to do anything herself,” Leo said.

“I’ve got it under control,” I said with a grin.

Jasper was firing up the grill to cook us up some venison steaks. Out of all of us, he was the hunter. The one who did it year-round. If it was an animal and legal to hunt, he did it. Deer. Bear. Quail. Squirrel. One time, I caught him trying to make a roach stew for the hell of it.

It was fucking awful and I made sure he understood it.

“When did you catch this one?” Ava asked.

“Fresh from the basement this morning,” Jasper said. “It wandered up into my driveway and I took a shot right from my door. Most convenient kill I’ve ever made.”

“You still drag those things down into your basement?” Leo asked. “I figured you would’ve set up a shed or something by now to make it easier. You know, with a drain pipe or something.”