Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana 2)

I picked it up and looked at it, and then looked to Ty. “You got me a brochure for Hawaii?”

“Yep.”

I snarled my lip. “If I had known you were going to be a cheap bastard, I’d have thought twice about marrying you.”

He laughed. “What else is in there, Kaylee?”

I set the brochure to the side and stared at the piece of paper. My eyes filled with tears as I picked it up and looked at my own handwriting.

A year ago, we were playing some silly game at Stella and Ty Senior’s house, and one of the tasks was to write down one location on your bucket list where you would like to visit. Mine was Kauai. I’d never gone, because the idea of that long a flight made me nervous, but I mentioned it that night. It was my dream place to visit, and Stella told me I should go.

I lifted my eyes and met Ty’s gaze. “You kept this?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. Stupid, I know, but it was important to you, and I thought . . .”

Every nerve ending in my body tingled as I anticipated his response. “You thought what?”

Ty looked me in the eyes, and I felt my breath hitch. Just when I thought he couldn’t possibly make me love him more, he looked at me like I was his everything.

“I thought back then that maybe I could take you there someday.”

My heartbeat quickened, and I covered my mouth in an attempt to keep myself together. This man. This amazing, beautiful, selfless man loved me more than I could ever imagine.

“How could you ever think you weren’t good enough for me? To do this, keep this, and . . . and . . . I love you, Ty. I love you so much.”

I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around him.

“Oh, princess, I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

He held me for a few minutes and then pulled back and kissed me gently on the lips. Then he grinned as he looked down at the brochure. “I hate to say it, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got you beat this year in the gift department.”

With a raised brow, I said, “I didn’t realize we were competing.”

He tapped my nose with his finger. “You’re cute, Kaylee. I may be madly in love with you, and you may be my wife, but I’m always going to be the guy who wants to kick your ass at Monopoly, and gift giving, and competing for our nieces’ and nephews’ affections.”

“I see,” I said, getting up and picking up a present. I handed it to him before I sat back down on the sofa. “Well, I’m a hundred percent positive my gift kicks your gift’s ass. Don’t get me wrong!” I said, holding up my hands. “Your gift is mind-blowingly amazing, and I cannot wait to go. But we should probably book it sooner rather than later.”

He stared at me with a confused look on his face. “Okay, I’m fine with that. Maybe get away some this winter.”

I nodded. Then motioned for him to open the gift. Ty looked like a little kid as he unwrapped the shirt box. Taking off the lid, he moved the tissue out of the way and stared at it. Then he looked at me, then back to the shirt.

It took everything I had in me not to laugh. His confused face was my second-favorite gift this Christmas.

Ty took the shirt out and held it up.

“The blue will bring out the blue in your eyes,” I casually said of the light-blue T-shirt. “I thought maybe you could wear it to your folks’ place.”

“Ah, yeah, sure.”

He stared at it again and then looked back at me. “What the fuck is a DILF?”

I’d had a special T-shirt made that said, CERTIFIED DILF. EST. 2020.

I lost the battle and laughed. “You really don’t know what it means?” I asked, trying not to laugh too hard.

Ty chuckled and shook his head. “No idea.”

“Have you heard of a MILF?”

He looked up in thought. “‘Mom I’d like to fuck.’ Right?”

I nodded, then looked at the shirt, then at him. He just stared at the shirt, so I decided it was time for gift number two.

I crawled on top of him, pressing my core against his already hardening dick. “Dad I’d like to fuck.”

When it finally dawned on him, his eyes teared up. “Holy shit, Kaylee. Are you serious right now?”

I nodded and let a little sob slip free.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes. I found out two weeks ago. I’m almost six weeks pregnant.”

He cupped my face and kissed me senseless.

Ty’s kisses were so different from any other man’s kiss. Even John’s. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of how deeply he loved me, and how much I loved him. Whatever the reason, they were addictive. I could have sat on that sofa all day and simply kissed him.