Reckless Love (Cowboys & Angels 7)

I sat on the porch swing with my eyes closed, taking in the sounds of nature. It was so quiet and relaxing…unlike the crazy that was unfolding inside the Parker house. From behind, a noise made me turn around. Trevor came around the corner of the house as fast as he could.

“Trevor? What are you doing?”

“I had to sneak out while Corina distracted my mother. I almost got pulled into the dining room to make a handmade craft by Mom and then Chloe. I narrowly escaped Chloe. We need to leave. Now.”

My hand went to my mouth as I attempted to hide a laugh and failed.

“You laugh now, but Chloe already told my mother we want to make an ornament for the baby.”

Dropping my hand to my stomach, I smiled. “That might be fun.”

Trevor sat down next to me on the swing, draped his arm around my shoulders and groaned. “Yep, right along with getting a tooth pulled.”

I hit him lightly on the stomach before dropping my head onto his shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked, kissing the top of my head.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. I feel like I need to nap.”

“You want to go home?”

The temptation to say yes was strong, but I shook my head.

“I need a few minutes of calm, then I can go back in.”

“My family is a lot to take in, especially for someone who grew up as an only child.”

A giggle slipped from my lips. “They are a lot to take in. How do you keep up with all of them? I mean, there are so many, and the family is growing by leaps and bounds. I think I need a chart, and I grew up knowing your family.”

Trevor laughed. “Well, it’s all the babies that keep getting thrown into the mix. I’m honestly waiting for Cord and Maebh to say they’ve got a bun in the oven or Mitchell and Corina to announce they’re pregnant again.”

“What about Paxton and Steed? Are they going to have anymore?”

“I think they want one more.”

We sat for a few moments in silence before I spoke.

“I’m scared I’m not going to be a good mother. I look at your mom, Waylynn, Paxton, and Corina and they all seem to be so good at it.”

Trevor pulled me close. Six months ago, if someone had told me I’d be having this conversation with Trevor I’d have told them they were insane.

“Trust me, they mess up all the time. We’re going too also, but I think we learn by making mistakes.”

My hand rested on my stomach. “I want to feel the baby so badly.”

“Soon, baby.”

Chewing on my lip, I pulled back to look at Trevor. “I keep having this nightmare that something happens to me. Like I’m stuck in water and I can’t get out. I’m not pregnant in the dream, and I just keep screaming for someone to help me. I’m surprised I haven’t woken you up when I have it. I sit up sweating and can hardly breathe.”

Trevor frowned, then got in front of me and dropped to his knees. He took both of my hands and gently kissed each one.

“You’re going to be an amazing mother, and I’m going to be a great dad and we’re totally going to screw things up. As long as we don’t drop the baby, forget to feed ’em, or leave the house without them, I think we’re going to be fine.”

I chuckled. “Now you have me worried I’ll drop them.”

He shook his head and leaned up, his hand moving behind my neck.

“Listen to me, Scarlett, you’re going to be the best mother ever.”

“I know. I’m scared, that’s all.”

“So am I, baby. Fucking terrified. All we need is you, me, and our little Gummy Bear. That’s all we’ll ever need.”

Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, but I laughed at Trevor’s nickname for the baby.

“Sometimes I feel like this is a dream and I’ll wake up and none of it will be real.”

Trevor pulled me close, our lips touched, and we were soon lost in a kiss.

A throat cleared from behind Trevor, causing us to break the connection. I missed his touch as soon as he fell back on his heels. He gave me a sexy wink and stood.

Steed was standing on the front porch, a smile on his face.

“Hate to interrupt, but Chloe sent me looking for the two of you.”

Trevor groaned. “No! Tell her you can’t find us.”

“I’m not lying to my daughter, dickhead.”

“Dude! She wants me to craft! Me!”

Steed walked up to Trevor. “Do you know what I had to do the other day?”

“Kiss Patches?” Trevor replied.

“Ha. And for the record, I’ve had to do that. No, what I had to do was sit in my dining room, while Chloe laid out every single piece of make-up Paxton owned. It was make Daddy look like a princess day. By the time my daughter was finished, I looked like a drag queen down on her luck. Here. I even have the picture to prove it.”