Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,59

then thought twice about it, I knew I wanted him to not wear one for two reasons. One, I needed to feel him bare, and two, I actually had lost my ever-loving mind.

A small part of me hoped he’d left a piece of himself behind that night. In my crazy mind, I knew Ty had meant it when he’d said one night would be it. I needed more. I needed something of him, and as crazy as it sounded now, a baby would have been fine with me.

I wiped away a tear that had managed to slip free. “Is it so wrong that I maybe wished for something from him? That if he couldn’t give me himself, then at least I’d have a part of him?”

Her eyes closed as she let out a breath. “Kaylee.” Then she wrapped me in her arms, and I let the tears fall.

“I know it’s stupid, and irresponsible, but a part of me was hoping like hell it had happened, Lincoln. Does that make me crazy? I think that makes me crazy!”

“Shh, it doesn’t make you that crazy, sweetie. Just a whole lot crazy.”

I laughed and sobbed at the same time.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying, Aunt Kaylee?” Blayze asked from behind me.

Drawing back from Lincoln, I quickly wiped the tears away. “Nothing is wrong, buddy. Everything is exactly how it should be. What should we do first?”

Blayze smiled. “I have practice tonight.”

I drew my brows in and gave Lincoln a wondering look. “Practice for what?”

She sighed. “Blayze here thinks he wants to be a professional bull rider. His daddy couldn’t be more proud; his mama, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck. Anyway, in his attempt to help him pursue this career goal, Brock signed Blayze up for an event at the rodeo next month.”

“Surely not bull riding!” I said in a horrified voice.

Lincoln shook her head. “Oh, no. Close, though. Mutton busting.”

Unable to hide my laughter, I placed my hand over my mouth and attempted to cover it up with a cough. After clearing my throat, I asked, “And where does one go for mutton-busting lessons?”

I swore Blayze puffed his chest out some.

Lincoln replied, “They don’t have lessons for that, but Brock doesn’t give up easily. He talked to Brad Littlewood, who owns some sheep, and asked him if they could practice on them.” She looked at her son. “Did you bring your helmet?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Blayze said.

My heart melted a little. These crazy urges to have a baby were beginning to worry me. I’d understood how strong those emotions were when I’d held Morgan in the hospital when she was a few hours old. She was a baby. With the whole sweet smell and precious fingers and toes. I thought the desire would fade away. It hadn’t. It felt like it was growing stronger and stronger with each passing day.

“I’m not surprised Brad was on board with this,” I said with a chuckle.

Brad Littlewood was the father of Brock’s best friend and fellow bull rider, Dirk Littlewood. Dirk and I had grown pretty close after I’d moved here with Lincoln. Nothing sexual between us, just friends. He was easy to talk to and wasn’t the least bit interested in trying to get into my pants, for reasons that were still unknown to me. It was nice, though, having a guy friend whom I didn’t want to impregnate me. Of course, if I’d asked him, he might have been down for it.

Oh God. I am going crazy.

“What time do I need to have him there?”

“Six, if that’s okay? Brad said he’d meet me down at the barn, but I called and told him you’d be bringing Blayze today, and not me and Brock.”

“Sure, that’s perfect.”

“Great!” Lincoln said as she bent down and held out her arms for Blayze. “Now, you have fun tonight with Aunt Kaylee, and you mind your manners.”

“Yes, Mama, I will.”

I smiled as I watched the two of them. Brock had begged Lincoln for a night on their own. She was hesitant at first, but with Morgan being two months old now, she was more willing to spend a few hours away from her. I was keeping Blayze for the night, and Stella and Ty Senior had Morgan.

I was almost positive that if I kept Morgan, my ovaries might send out an SOS to Ty—or any other hard and willing man, for that matter.

“I love you, little man,” Lincoln said, kissing Blayze on the cheek and then hugging him again.