30. Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Libby

I can’t stand the waiting, so I had to hang out with Char.

Okay, I didn’t have to, but I needed to keep my mind occupied from Dad signing over the property today.

She sucks down the last of her strawberry smoothie and rests the cup on her bulging abdomen.

It hops slightly as the twins in her belly roll.

“Wanna feel?” Char smiles, catching me watching.

“Well, duh.” I scoot close enough I can put my palm on her. “It feels kinda like one of those massage machines on the low setting.”

Weird.

Char laughs. “I wish it was like that. I think I have a bruise behind my rib cage.” Her eyes roll up.

“I can’t believe I still have three more months.

Dix thinks I probably won’t last that long.

” The corner of her mouth drops. “Every day I can keep them in is one more day they’re bigger and stronger. ”

I lean back and take another pull from my own drink. “They’ll be fine. They have your stubbornness.” I wink before jerking my thumb towards Dixon’s office where he’s working. “A double dose.”

When she giggles, Paisley mimics her from the floor. Her straw makes a sucking sound when she drains the last of her mini-smoothie.

“What time are they supposed to be all done with the paperwork?” Char pushes herself from the couch like she’s a turtle stuck on her back, taking her empty cup to the trash.

“I offered to do that.” I can feel the scowl on my face.

“Yea, yea.” Her hand waves idly. “I have to keep moving or my legs go numb.”

Yuck. “Is that normal?”

Her dark hair shakes. “It didn’t happen with Paisley, but she wasn’t nearly this big.” She cups her hands under her belly to rest against the counter.

“Well, Dix isn’t exactly tiny.” In fact he towers over both of us.

Char wiggles her finger. “Blue isn’t exactly petite, either. You could just as easily end up looking like this.” With a dramatic flair of her arms, she frames her midsection as if it’s on an info-mercial.

I follow her into the kitchen, snagging Paisley’s discarded drink on my way. “Not this month.” I shrug, dropping the plastic containers into the garbage .

“But maybe we’ll start trying after we’re married.” I drop the bomb of the century on her, then wait for the dust to fly.

She double takes, blinking quickly. “Does he want to do that?”

“Yep.” I prop my elbow on the counter, leaning over to watch the thoughts tumbling over her expressions.

I could use some popcorn right now. It’s amazing.

“Lib, are you—”

The knock at the door interrupts her mid sentence.

Dixon strides from his office to open it to Blue happily waving a packet of papers.

“He did it, baby!” He pushes past Dixon, wrapping me in his arms and twirling me around. “It’s all yours.”

A rush of adrenaline pounds my heart in my ears as I smother his mouth in rapid kisses.

It takes us both a moment to realize Char and Dixon are watching us. Fire runs up my throat to my cheeks, and Blue lets me slide down his body.

“We’ll celebrate later,” he whispers, then turns to Dix. “I have a favor, if you have a few minutes?”

Dixon nods, his dark mustache twitching under his narrowed eyes. “Sure.” He gestures to his desk in the next room.

Blue tosses me a wink before he disappears .

Char’s palms flatten on the counter. “Okay, Lib. I’ll ask you the same question you asked me.” Her blue eyes peer into mine. “Are you happy?”

I have a hard time meeting her gaze because I’m laughing too hard. “More than I’ve ever been,” I say honestly.

“But what about his…reputation?” Char’s mouth purses.

I lean back over the granite top, threading my fingers together with a serious tone. “He’s never lied, Char. He made a trust, bought my farm, and put me as the sole beneficiary. Explain why a man would do that if he doesn’t want commitment?” My brows raise as I wait.

“Wow.” Her chin drops and she studies her hands.

When she raises her head, a broad smile spreads her cheeks. “I’m so excited—”

“You can’t be fucking serious?” Dixon’s deep voice carries through the oak doors.

“Oh shit. What’s that about?” Char glances behind her.

I move closer to her, looping my arm through hers. “If I had to guess, Blue just asked Dixon to marry us.”

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