Faith trips to the bathroom could only mean one thing, and Gunner wanted to find out. As he walked down the aisle at the store, he stopped in front of the pregnancy tests, looking for the right one for her. After a few minutes, he chose three different ones and looked at them with a soft smile on his face. If she was indeed pregnant, that meant another little one running around the house, just like Cheyenne. More laughter and messy rooms. Another little person to fill their souls with happiness. As he was about to pay for the items, an older man approached him with a smile on his face. He returned the greeting, although awkwardly, and handed the money to the young cashier behind the register. “You must be Gunner Travis, right?” he asked, the smell of cigar emanating from his breath as he stood closer to Gunner. “Yes, that’s me,” he replied, trying to make it out of the store as fast as he could, but with the man next to him, it would be impossible. “I am Gray Jones, the future
Gunner waited outside the bathroom door, leaning his hand against the wood and waiting impatiently for Faith to come out with the results. Being a father again was a joy and a thrill, but now that he saw her doubts, he wasn’t sure if they could indeed feed another mouth. “Are you okay in there,” he asked, not getting a response from her. Ten minutes had gone by and he was already getting worried. Knocking on the door, he asked the question again, only to hear her sobbing inside. “Open the door, love.” Gunner sounded concerned as he knocked on the door again, being careful not to wake Cheyenne. Faith opened it softly, her eyes bloodshot red while she held the test in her hand and looked at him with a melancholic gaze. He grabbed the pregnancy test from her hands and looked down at it. Positive The two pink lines were clear on the little screen, and Faith covered her mouth with her hands to hold back another wave of emotional turmoil. Noticing how upset she was, he grabbed her by t
Gunner arrived at Palmer’s ranch, ready to talk to Christopher just as Faith had told him to do. He wanted to know what happened between them, not that it was any of his business, but he needed to help his friends. Palmer and Christopher loved each other too much to just break things off the way they did. Signing a divorce shouldn’t have been done in the heat of the moment, and now they might regret doing so. He knocked on the door as soon as he stepped onto the porch, waiting patiently for Christopher to open for him. The way Palmer arrived at their ranch was heartbreaking. It was like seeing her when she was back in school, just before they met her. Alone, with no friends. As soon as Christopher opened the door, Gunner pushed him back inside, closing behind them as he slammed him against the wall. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked, feeling the pressure of Gunner’s arms on his chest. “Why would you do that to your wife, dude? She loves you too much for you to want
“What if I were to tell you my father-in-law is Thomas Fisher, and my family also has a good lawyer that can represent the Travis couple in this case. What you’re doing here is illegal. They were given a month to vacate the ranch, not a week and you're harassing them.” “You have to understand Mrs…” “No, you have to understand. So it’s best if you leave them alone and give them the time they were told. Unless you want to take this to the town judge, who I’m sure will be on the right side.” Palmer’s threat made him frown, handing her another copy of the eviction notice before getting in the car and furiously driving off. As she studied the documents on her way back in, Gunner and Faith were doing the same thing while sitting in the dining area, their worried faces catching her attention. Her friends didn’t deserve this. It was enough of what they had gone through with Cheyenne, and now adding this problem to their worries was something she didn’t want to let happen. Palmer sat dow
Gunner and Faith lay on the couch, cuddling as Cheyenne played with her toys on the rug on the living room floor. The silence was comfortable, but Gunner still had an uneasiness in him, the thoughts killing him. Since he met Faith, he promised himself he would make her his wife, provide for her and make sure she lived a happy life with him. “What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, honey?” She asked, not needing to look at him but her arm wrapped tighter around his waist. His body language had said it all, he didn’t need to talk for her to know something was bothering him. “Nothing, baby. I just want the best for the three of you,” he replied, softly rubbing her flat belly. Finding out they would be parents for the second time had him feeling nervous, but excited all the same. Growing a family was all he ever wanted since he was a teenager and Faith was the perfect woman to be by his side. She looked straight into his blue eyes, trying to reassure him. It was odd t
“We’ll be just fine,” he smiled down at her, kissing her lips tenderly. “Did you tell your parents?” Palmer shook her head. “Not yet. But they’re coming back tomorrow, so I’ll just surprise them then.” “Ma-ma? Da-da?” Cheyenne called, standing on her crib as she looked at Palmer and Christopher with a frown on her face. She approached the little bundle of joy and picked her up in her arms, bouncing her. “No, sweetheart. You can call me auntie, and that silly guy over there is uncle Chris.” Palmer pointed at Christopher as Cheyenne squealed loudly while stretching her little arms towards him. “Un-tel, Un-tel!” He chuckled, approaching her before picking her up in his arms, making him think how amazing it would be to carry his own babies. How much joy they will bring to the family. “Yes, little pea. It’s me, uncle Chris.” Palmer snuggled against him, having a family hug. “I think it’s time for a nice snack and bed, little one,” she mentioned while they both headed to the kitche
“I can’t believe you’re marrying today. Why the rush? You’re just getting discharged,” Palmer asked as she did Faith’s hair while they waited for the nurse to bring the discharge papers. She had called her friend to bring her dress from her house, along with getting Cheyenne ready. Gunner would be waiting for her in the courthouse, lucky they had gotten the judge of peace to agree to marry them on such short notice. The old man was fond of the family, and he didn’t hesitate in offering his services. “I don’t want to wait anymore, Palmer. I feel better, now knowing my baby will be okay. We can be here today, and who knows where we’ll be tomorrow? I want to be Gunner’s wife,” Faith replied as Palmer put a large white flower on her hair, the contrast of it with her dark curls making it all blend beautifully. “Well, all I have to say is that you look stunning, and it makes me happy you considered me to be your maid of honor.” “Why not? You’re my best friend, and the Godmother of my c
“What are you doing here? I thought you would go back to Chicago after my daughter’s surgery,” Faith said as she stood in front of her husband, hoping to keep him from getting into a fight. Knowing his impulses, she wanted to keep the peace. “I was going back to Chicago, but…” he smiled. “I heard your husband here is about to lose everything, and I thought you would consider going back with me,” Connor replied, not a hint of shame in his eyes as he stepped closer. Gunner took a step towards him, but Faith instinctively turned around and put her hands on his chest, looking at his blue eyes, filled with rage. “Gunner, no please,” she whispered. “Our daughter is here, and she won’t want to see her father get into a fight. It will scare her. Besides, it's our wedding day and I am starving. We need to celebrate. Remember, no one exists but us?” “I can’t let him get away with that kind of comment. Especially when you’re my wife,” he replied, but his eyes were set on the man in front o