Mountain Man's Miracle Baby Daughters

by Lia Lee

  Even if this was the only time I would ever see this side of her, it was enough.

  When my alarm went off, Farrah and I groaned in unison. I turned my head to her and she looked up at me with a face that suggested she didn’t want me to leave just as much as I didn’t want to.

  “I have to go,” I said.

  “I know.”

  I kissed her, lifting my head. Kissing her quenched a thirst I hadn’t known I’d been walking around with until I had met her. I wanted to spend the whole day in bed with her. I wanted to lie here with her and relish her warmth. There was nothing between us right now, no barriers, no past, no fears, and worries. Only what we felt for each other.

  But Hank had asked me on Friday if he could take the day off, and after I had already taken so much time off to spend with Farrah, I had to agree. So, I needed to go into the office since I was the only one that could take care of the ranger duties.

  “I hate leaving, but I have to cover the office,” I said, finally prying myself away from Farrah and reluctantly climbing out of bed. I had to shower and change before I could leave.

  “I understand,” Farrah said.

  “Why don’t you to stay in bed so I can find you here this afternoon when I come home.”

  Farrah blushed and nodded shyly. Sometimes, Farrah was wild and daring and I loved it. But I loved it just as much when she was quiet and shy like this. She had so many different sides to her and I loved every one of them.

  I leaned down and kissed her deeply. If I wasn’t careful she would pull me in and I would stay, after all. But I had to go.

  Finally, I broke the kiss and walked to the bathroom. When I glanced back at Farrah she was lying back on the pillows, the covers only around her hips like they had been when she had sat up. She wasn’t shy. She was comfortable with her body and she had every right to be. Farrah was a goddess.

  I had a quick shower, brushed my teeth and dressed in my ranger uniform. When I was done I kissed Farrah one more time before grabbing an apple for breakfast and heading out the door. It was going to be a long day, since I’d cover both shifts, but I the quicker I started, the quicker I could get it done and come back to my woman.

  The workday went slowly, despite being by myself. I found myself glancing at the clock every five minutes. I hated being away from Farrah. I wanted to be home with her. What was she doing? I tried to picture her working in the office or making lunch in the kitchen. I thought of her sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee.

  Thinking of her made me smile. It didn’t matter what I pictured her doing, I knew she was elegant while doing it. And she was in my cabin, no matter what she did. Farrah was living in my cabin and when I went back home, she would be there.

  The change that had occurred over last two weeks struck me. I realized how crazy it all was and how much had happened in a very short time. It wasn’t normal to have met my soulmate and to be with her the way this had all worked out with Farah. Yet, there was no doubt in my mind that this was where I needed to be, and that my life with Farrah, even with a baby on the way, was exactly what I wanted.

  I did my rounds of the parkland on the ATV, checking in with the tour guides, and checking the hiking trails the way Hank and I always did. When there were limbs or other debris on the trails due to the wind, I moved it. I checked for tracks suggesting our illegal hunter was back, but found none.

  The time ticked by slowly, but when I finally clocked out at five, my whole body was strumming with anticipation. I had been away from Farrah the whole day and I was aching to get back to her.

  When I walked into the house, I heard the shower running. Farrah wasn’t in bed where I had asked her to be, but the shower was perfectly fine. I walked into the bathroom.

  “You’re not in bed,” I teased.

  Farrah looked at me and she was smiling at me. The smile was full of mischief.

  “What are you going to do about it?” she asked.

  Her reaction made me happy. She didn’t feel like she had to do as I said. She was cheeky, challenging me. This was exactly what I was hoping for. When Farrah was her own person, she was the most beautiful.

  I stripped off my clothes, leaving it in a pile on the floor and I joined Farrah in the shower. I stepped into the hot water and kissed her. Her lips were hot, tasting like the water that ran between our faces and something that belonged to Farrah alone. I reached for the soap and rubbed it into a lather before running my hands over her. I soaped up her whole body, running my hands over her flat stomach—where she would begin to show after a while—and then over her breasts which would swell. Her nipples were hard. I ran my fingers over them, tweaking them lightly. Farrah’s eyes were a dark blue, and filled with hunger.

  I ran my hand down over her ass and down her smooth legs, working my way back up again. When I had my hands on her ass again I ground my hard cock against her pussy and she moaned.

  She stepped under the spray again and washed off the soap. Farrah reached between our bodies and wrapped her fingers around my dick. She ran her hands up and down my shaft, pumping it faster and faster and I groaned. She cupped my balls with her other hand and gave me the most erotic massage I had ever had. My body twitched, waves of pleasure shot through my body causing my muscles to spasm. As I got closer and closer, I lifted her hands away.

  Pushing her backward, I pressed her body up against the tiles. She gasped at the contact with the cold tiles, but quickly forgot about it when I moved down her body and kissed her wet skin. I sucked on her nipples, alternating between the two before I picked her up. I braced myself with wide legs on the slippery tiles, so that I didn’t slip.

  Farrah wrapped her legs around my hips and I lowered her slowly onto my dick. She moaned when I pushed into her. Pinning her against the shower wall for support, I started sliding into her.

  “I’ve wanted this all day,” I growled.

  Farrah answered me with a kiss and I kissed her back, pushing deeper inside.

  She orgasmed not long after. I loved how quickly she orgasmed for me. I loved how Farrah let herself go with reckless abandon when she was with me.

  After she’d orgasmed, I put her down and spun her around so she faced the wall. She gasped when I pushed into her again. Her arms were bent, her chest almost pressing against the tile and she was so fucking hot. This was better than anything I had ever done before. Maybe it was because I was in love with this girl, and because we were having a baby and starting our future together. This wasn’t just a one night stand.

  This was love.

  I pumped into Farrah harder and faster, and she orgasmed again after a while. Her cries echoed all around us in the shower, and it was a turn on when she fell apart. I didn’t change position again. I pushed into her harder and faster still. Her body was tight now, clamping down on my dick after orgasming twice. It made it that much more intense when I pushed into her and I released in no time. I groaned when I pumped into her, pulsating, jerking, and blissfully releasing.

  When it was over, I pulled out of her. She turned around with a satisfied expression on her face. She smiled and I kissed her, pulling her against me in a hug. No matter what we did, whether it was loving or sexual, I loved her naked skin against mine.

  After she had rinsed herself off, washing between her legs, she washed her hair. I soaped myself up and rinsed it off again, washing my hair too. We turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower. I took a towel and wrapped it around Farrah’s body. She wrapped another towel around her hair.

  When we were sufficiently dry, we left the pile of towels in the bathroom to deal with later. Walking into the bedroom naked, we climbed under the covers.

  This time, when I rolled my body tightly against hers, it wasn’t about aching for a release but rather about being together. I ran my hands over her body again, this time worshipping every inch of her body. I kissed her skin, smelling the soap we had used and tasting what I had come to associate with Farrah.

  When I had kissed every in
ch of her body, Farrah did the same for me. We lay in bed together and relearned each other’s bodies as if this was the first time we’d seen each other, the first time we were together.

  In a way, with everything behind us and our start on a new journey together, it felt like this was the first time. There was nothing from Farrah’s past that could stop us now. The news about her pregnancy was all good and there was more than enough space for her in my life. Her job made it easy for her to be here with me, my job made it easy for me to support her and our baby.

  And my sister loved her.

  What could be better?

  After another session of lovemaking where I had poured my heart and soul into what we shared, Farrah and I lay together beneath the covers. She ran her fingers over my chest, twirling them through my chest hair. I stroked her arm and we were together in the peaceful silence that often accentuated our relationship together.

  It was hard to think that it had been only three weeks ago that I had met Farrah for the first time. It was hard to imagine that in such a short time our lives had become so intertwined that I hardly knew who I was without her anymore.

  We may have started suddenly, our meeting swift and our love a whirlwind of a romance. But I had a feeling this was going to last forever.

  Farrah was the type of woman that made life that much sweeter, and I was never going to let her go.

  Epilogue

  Farrah

  Three months later

  Lee and I were in his truck, heading toward Seattle. I was starting to show quite a bit already. I hadn’t thought I would be quite this big at twelve weeks. I put my hand on my lower stomach, caressing the bump that had started to grow.

  My other hand was linked to Lee’s. It had become a habit that when we were driving and he didn’t need his hand to change gears, that our fingers were interlinked. As he always did, Lee brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

  I smiled, looking at him.

  “How are you feeling, babe?” Lee asked.

  “Nervous,” I said.

  We were on our way back to Seattle for our first ultrasound. I had been with a doctor much closer to Packwood that had monitored my pregnancy and everything had been going well, but I wanted Dr. Hamish to be the one to handle the ultrasound. It felt right, seeing that he had been the doctor to guide me through my journey since I was sixteen. He had also been the doctor to find out with me that I was pregnant.

  “Everything is going to be fine,” Lee said. “Dr. Katz is positive about how you’re coming along. I’m sure this is going to be a good visit as well.”

  I nodded and breathed in through my nose, blowing out through my mouth. I wanted desperately to believe that everything was going to be alright, but a small voice in the back of my mind still kept suggesting that something could go wrong. I had been through so much it seemed too good to be true that everything was working out now.

  So far, the pregnancy had been like any other. I had morning sickness that didn’t stick only to mornings, and I was starting to get tired more and more often. Everything was going the way it should which only made me more nervous, thinking something would go wrong later since nothing had gone wrong now.

  Lee was amazing. He did everything he could to stay positive and as a result, I was more positive, too. He worked hard, but he always ensured that I was okay before he left for work.

  I didn’t work with him at the pub any more—tiring too easily for that—but I spent more time with Hannah drinking coffee midday, or looking at the baby things I’d always avoided after trying and failing to get pregnant for years.

  Sometimes, it was still hard to wrap my mind around being pregnant at all.

  The last three months hadn’t been without other ups and down. I had work that took me further away from Lee than I would have liked, requiring that I stay over for a few nights at a time. But it had been good money, and when I’d returned I’d seen Lee and his cabin as home.

  I had fully moved in with him, bringing some of my furniture to Packwood. The rest I had sold, and now my house was going on the market as well. While we were in Seattle we were going to meet with the agent and get things rolling.

  “How are we doing?” Dr. Hamish asked with a smile when Lee and I walked into his office.

  I grinned and looked at Lee who was grinning, too. I had brought Lee to meet Dr. Hamish shortly after everything had been resolved with Jim, and Lee and I had agreed we were going to build a future together. Dr. Hamish liked Lee a lot more than he had ever liked Jim.

  “We’re doing great,” I said.

  We sat down and Dr. Hamish ran through a set of questions about my health and symptoms. I had brought a file with me from Dr. Katz where she had recorded everything she had found in our consultations together. I saw her twice a month, more because I was paranoid about the pregnancy than that I needed it, but everyone indulged me, understanding how terrified I was.

  “Let’s get you checked out,” Dr. Hamish said. He sent me through to the room where a technician was going to run the ultrasound. She was a Latina woman with a warm smile who introduced herself as Maya.

  I put on the paper gown and lay down. Maya squirted the freezing jelly on my stomach and pushed against my skin with the probe. Lee was on my other side, holding my hand. He even looked anxious, now that we were here.

  “It’s too soon to see the gender, but what are you hoping for?” Maya asked, as she stared at the screen.

  “We don’t mind,” I said.

  Lee nodded. “We’ll love whatever it is.”

  “Well,” Maya said, staring at the screen. She leaned in a little, frowning.

  Oh God, I thought. Here we go. Something was wrong.

  “What is it?”

  Maya turned to us and smiled. “Looks like there’s not just one baby in there, but two.”

  “What?” Lee and I asked, in perfect unison.

  “See for yourself,” Maya said, and turned the screen. She moved the probe, showing us one head, and then the other. “That explains why you’re bigger than normal.”

  I couldn’t believe it. I turned my head to Lee who was as stunned as I was. I started crying. How on earth did this happen? At first, everything had gone wrong in my life. And now everything was going right.

  Lee kissed me. “Proving the doctors wrong wasn’t enough for you, was it, angel?” Lee asked. “You had to do it two times over.”

  I laughed and cried, and Lee kissed me, laughing, too. Maya excused herself, saying she was going to hand Dr. Hamish the report personally, while we had a moment to ourselves. When we were alone in the room, I looked at Lee.

  “Two babies are even more to take on than one. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

  “Whatever life throws at us, I’m ready for it, as long as I have you,” Lee said. He kissed me again. “I’m not only getting two for one, but three for one.”

  I laughed at his stupid joke. I couldn’t believe it.

  Once we had sat in Dr. Hamish’s office again, talking with him about how crazy it all was, Dr. Hamish sent us on our way with his congratulations, and a future appointment date to find out what we were expecting; boys or girls or one of each. I couldn’t wait.

  We met with the housing agent and agreed on a price for the house. I wasn’t at all sad to leave Seattle and my life here behind. While I had lived here, both during my relationship with Jim, and after, I had known only pain. Now, in Packwood, I knew what happiness felt like, and the small town represented home to me more than Seattle ever had.

  On the way out of town, Lee and I stopped at a restaurant to eat a late lunch and to celebrate our incredible news. The restaurant was quaint, overlooking a peaceful lake, and our table was on a deck outside. The weather was crisp as we were headed into winter, but it was fresh and I enjoyed being outside. Since I had moved to Packwood I had fallen in love with the nature all around me. There were quite a few diners enjoying the view, just as we were.

  “Farrah,” Lee said, taking
my hand after we had ordered our food and drinks. “You have made me the happiest man on earth.

  “Which is crazy, since your life has been filled with nothing but chaos since you met me.”

  Lee laughed. “I happen to like chaos, thank you very much. I get bored so easily. Besides, it’s so much more than just chaos. You are amazing. Have I told you that?”

  I blushed the way I always did. “Every day,” I said.

  “Then I should bump it up to twice a day.”

  I blushed even harder and Lee chuckled. He loved making me blush and he always searched for new ways to make it happen.

  Our food arrived and as we ate, we talked about my exhibition. I was working on nature photographs the way I had always wanted to. Lately, I had taken to wandering into the forest and taking photos of the nature all around me. I had a great collection already. Hannah had given me the idea of opening a gallery in Packwood for tourists to get a taste of what was out there in the mountains, and Lee had been really enthusiastic. I had started working with Frankie on the Tourism Board to make it happen, and I aimed to open around the time the baby was due.

  Babies, I mean. Plural.

  “I still can’t believe we’re having twins,” I said to Lee, getting back to the topic. Maya had printed out a screenshot of the two babies for me and it was tucked safely into my purse.

  “I know. It’s amazing,” Lee said. “But before we have the kids, I’ll need you to make an honest man out of me.”

  “What?” I asked. What on earth was he talking about?

  Lee stood up and kneeled next to the table. I covered my mouth with my hand. Was he doing what I thought he was doing? The diners all around us exclaimed and turned to look at us.

  “Farrah, you are the love of my love, mother of my children. I love you more than an old ranger like me can ever put into words. Will you be my wife?”