It seemed like Bella found it to be hard to look over at Noah. I suppose it was the first time she had ever lied to him and it made her feel awful. "Sorry, Noah."

"Okay," he said quietly.

I cut off the apology. "How did the two of you even get up high enough to saddle the horses?"

"We stood on the feed buckets," Noah replied.

I shook my d.a.m.n head and let out a chuckle. Of course he knew to do something like that, he was my child after all. "Well, you know you shouldn't have done it, even if Bella said she knew how. Neither one of those saddles was tight enough to ride."

"I won't do it again, I swear." Noah looked so sad, even after Savanna came over and kissed him on the head.

"So who fell off first?" Conner asked from across the room. Of course, when I looked over at him I couldn't help but notice the beer bottle in his hand. My focus was on the kids today, not my cousin.

"I did. Thunder got spooked from the storm and threw me off. He took off right away. Bella hopped down to help me, but Atticus ran away too. We were scared of the storm and kept hearin' noises, so we hid," Noah explained.

"Honey, how did you maneuver over those rocks while you were in that much pain? The embankment was slippery." Savanna waited for Noah to reply.

"Bella and I held hands. Once we got inside, it was too slippery to get back out."

"Noah, we should all be so angry with you, but since you both are home safe and went through so much, we aren't goin' to punish you. This will never happen again, Son. Do you understand me? You could have been killed. Both of you." The more I looked at my injured son, the more grateful I was to have him home. Last night had been rough on everyone, I couldn't imagine being a little child and going through that dark storm with those injuries.

Two pregnant women had battled weather and horrible conditions to save their children. We were physically and mentally drained. Even though Savanna and I had taken a nap, I could tell she was still tired.

The kids settled down and finally started talking to each other after they realized they weren't in trouble. It was kind of cute how they were protecting each other. I wondered if they sat in that protected spot and talked about it.

The family all seemed to calm down after lunch and we spent the rest of the day together. It was still raining outside and with Noah's arm in not only a cast, but also a brace, he couldn't play with much. After they ate, he and Bella cuddled up on the couch and watched some movies. Us adults played some cards in the dining room and sat around catching up.

Ty and Miranda were leaving first thing in the morning to go home, so after everyone except for them left, we sat down and talked about our idea for Conner. At first, Miranda didn't like our idea, but after we really explained the situation, she seemed to ease up and agree with us about it. She knew that it would benefit not only Conner, but the whole family if he moved out to their farm.

Conner may have been going through some hard times, but he was d.a.m.n good at his job and he knew exactly what to do to get Ty started up and running. It would be easy for us to talk him into going there if he didn't think it was just to get him clean. We had talked about this business opportunity for a long time. He would never suspect it to be anything else.

Everything was going to work out with Conner and our new business venture. At the end of the day our decisions were about protecting our family.

Chapter 24.

Savanna It was hard to say that Ty and Miranda's visit wasn't disastrous. I felt horrible and wished I could somehow make it up to them. I kept trying to replay the kids disappearing in my head. There was no way of knowing they would pull a stunt like they had, but maybe I could have prevented it if I were paying more attention to them.

Even though I talked to Miranda almost every single day, it was still different when they came to visit. So, when they came for weekends, I got so excited and spent all of my time trying to entertain and make sure we all had a good time. I knew the children weren't just my responsibility, Miranda was there as well and she would never have blamed me for it. I just felt horrible that it had happened.

We watched with sad eyes as their family pulled away from our house and set out on their long ride home. An instant emptiness filled my heart every time they went home. Even with all of the people my age that I had met in college and in town here, they never gave me the friendships that Ty and Miranda gave me. I guess them being my family was also another reason.

We were all pretty nervous with the Conner situation, but right before they pulled away, Ty made sure Colt knew he would have the room ready for Conner by the end of the week. I was kind of thinking that Conner would have an issue about moving away from everything he knew, but he took the news calmly, even thanking Ty for giving him a chance to make things right.

I don't know if it was the boy's intervention that scared Conner or him being out there during our family emergency, but something had been an eye opener. He had even woke up early with Ty and helped him load up the car. Then he and Bella went for a ride on the golf cart, before everyone headed over to our place.

Noah was a sight for sore eyes. The poor little guy still felt bad for what they had done. He was in so much pain still, but tried his best to hang out with Bella. He let her draw all over his cast, leaving little room for the rest of the family and his friends at school.

After watching everyone leave, I turned around to see my sad little boy sitting on the porch. I approached him and lifted his chin with my hand. "They will be back to visit soon, baby."

"Mom," He was beginning to transition from Mommy to Mom. It was both cute and sad all at the same time. I guess that is what happens when you are entering kindergarten. "will I ever be allowed to ride a horse again?"

I let out a sigh before sitting down on the step beside him. Colt was standing behind him and sat on the step above us. I guess he wanted to be in on the conversation. "Noah, what happened yesterday was an accident. I know right now you think everyone is mad at you. We aren't really mad. It's just that we love you so much and couldn't imagine if anything ever happened to you."

Before I could continue, Noah interrupted. "You mean something like what happened to my mom Krista?"

Colt patted Noah on the head. "Yeah, Buddy, like that. You already know that doing something like that can get you hurt. We spent half the night in the emergency room because of it."

"I know Dad. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just wanted Bella to have a good time. I told her my Dad was a cowboy and she said I wasn't old enough to be a real cowboy. I figured if I rode around on the horses, she would believe me."

Colt leaned down and kissed Noah's head. "The next time you get a bright idea like that, you need to clear it with Mom or I first, you hear me boy?"

"Yes, sir."

I leaned in toward him and kissed his cheek. "We just don't want anything happening to you, Noah. We love you so much."

"I love you too, Mommy and I love Daddy. I'm real sorry for what I did. It won't happen again. I need to be a good boy so that I can be a good brother." He reverted back to Mommy when he was sad.

Good to know....I get to be called Mommy when he is emotional.

"That's right! You do need to be responsible so that you can set a good example for your brother or sister," I agreed.

"My brother, Mom. We all know I am having a brother."

Colt and I both laughed. Colt rubbed him on the head. "We will love the baby either way, right Noah?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, I guess so. I just really want a brother."

"Sisters are really cool too. You would get to be her protector." I tried for all these months to get him to not care if it was a boy or girl and he just wouldn't budge.

"They can't play with tractors or legos and they wear those stupid bows in their hair." Noah spoke like girls were the devil. It was quite funny, even though Colt and I were both worried the baby was going to be a girl and totally devastate our son.

"Sweetie, little girls can play with tractors and legos. They don't have to always wear the bows in their hair, and they most certainly don't have cooties."

"Not all of them," Colt added sarcastically.

I looked up at him. "Not helping, Babe"

He just kept grinning and threw me a wink. I had to laugh at him, making a joke out of something that really scared me.

We were interrupted as tiny drops of rain started hitting us. We followed Colt into the house and plopped down on the couch. Noah was playing with his cast, dragging his fingernail over it. "It itches."

"I had a cast a few times. You know what I did?" Colt asked.

"What?" Noah was so curious.

"I got a stick and stuck it inside to get the itch out."

Noah's eyes got huge. "Does that really work?"

We started laughing at our son. "It sure does. You want me to go find you a nice stick?"

"Colt, seriously?"

"Darlin', he needs to itch. I will hook him up." Colt disappeared out of the front door, only to reappear with a stick in his hand. "Here, Buddy, try this."

I watched my son shoving a dirty stick down his arm. Immediately he screamed out.

"What happened?"

"I guess it is still sore inside, that's all. It's cool. It doesn't itch anymore."

I rolled my eyes at Colt, who still had a smile on his face.

We hung out at the house for the rest of the afternoon until we had to go to Colt's mothers for dinner. It was always the same family atmosphere on Sunday's. Thankfully, Conner decided to only grant us with his presence. We ended up staying over there until it was close to midnight.

By the time that Colt and I got Noah to bed I was exhausted. My gorgeous husband had other intentions. For some reason the house had been hot when we got home. I stripped down to my bra and panties and sprawled across the bed on my back, letting the ceiling fan cool off me and my giant belly.

Colt never took his eyes off of me as he unbuckled his belt and jeans and walked out of them. His strong arms pulled his shirt away from his muscular body. I watched his arm flex where the mustang tattoo sat and I bit down on my lip.

In only his boxers my s.e.xy a.s.s husband came crawling across the bed toward me. Now, I have to say that my choice of bra and panties were not what I would have called s.e.xy. Aside from not being able to see past my stomach, I didn't really wear a lot of s.e.xy underwear to bed. I needed to be as comfortable as possible. Colt was already having to compete with my pregnancy pillow Miranda had got me. I loved that thing, but Colt said it was a CB pillow, because it always blocked him from getting any.

I heard a low grumble as he positioned himself between my legs and pressed his lips on my belly. In retrospect, I knew I wasn't that large. I had gained fifteen pounds and it was all in my stomach. People told me every day they couldn't tell I was pregnant from the back.

I still had about three months to go and knew my belly would soon double in size. I tried to eat right, but I always had thoughts of not being able to turn my husband on when my weight got too high. So, as Colt's hands slowly removed my granny panties, and I heard the low groan coming from his chest, I knew that he wasn't going to let me rest until he got some much needed attention.

"Are you hot Darlin'?"

His hands traced over my s.e.x and I gasped at how good it felt. "Yes, plus I didn't shave my legs today." I was getting lazy, I knew it.

In one swift pull, I was in Colt's arms being carried to the bathroom. He sat me on the edge of the sink and walked over to the shower, grabbing shaving cream and a razor.

"Holy s.h.i.t! Babe, what are you doing?"

Colt ignored me, getting down on his knees and wetting my legs with a rag, before putting shaving cream on the leg he propped on his shoulder. "Trust me Darlin'. I'll never hurt you." He kissed my foot and started spreading the cream evenly.

I gasped when I felt the razor gliding across my skin. Colt took his time licking his lips and even took quick glances at my naked crotch. It used to make me feel uncomfortable, but everything that man did now made me h.o.r.n.y. Maybe it was my hormones, but I couldn't get enough of him. In fact, there were times when I was home alone and had to call him, because just thinking about him naked made me wet for him.

Colt finished with one of my legs before repeating the process on the other one. I had to admit, it felt good, after I got over the initial shock of what he was doing. It tickled, especially when he got to my inner thighs and let his hands linger there. When he finished with the second leg, he used a washrag to wipe off the excess shaving cream. He glided the warm rag up and down my thighs, making sure I felt it through my whole body.

As the rag went flying back into the sink, I felt my legs being lifted as my body was shifted to be lying on the cold marble vanity top. He put his finger up to his lips when I started to say something. I felt the back of his hand rubbing me between my legs, before he began to spread the shaving cream all over my s.e.x.

This was hot!

It was so hot that the fear of being cut was long gone. What replaced it was a sudden heat covering all of my body. As Colt continued to spread the shaving cream, for obviously way longer than it should have taken, I watched my stomach rising and falling as my breathing increased. If I thought I was hot in the bedroom, well now I was burning up.

Colt's naked body was now standing over me, staring at his task at hand, or in hand.

"You okay Darlin'?"

I saw the razor in his hand and all I could think about was him touching me again. The absence was killing me, making me pant for more. "Yes, I love you. Please don't stop."

Colt spread my legs as he slowly began shaving where I could no longer see. I did a good job keeping myself hairless and had made an appointment for a waxing, unfortunately for the salon, Colt had other hair removing plans.

I could feel him moving my skin around, as well as feel every single glide of the razor against my skin. Colt used his hands to test and make sure he hadn't missed any spots. He turned on the faucet and filled the rag with fresh water before placing it between my legs to removed the shaving cream. Every swipe of that rag made my body buck.

Colt liked what he saw. He found my eyes and then moved his gaze to my chest. Without letting me off of the cold porcelain sink, he leaned down and removed my bra. Colt let the air hit my nipples and they hardened right up for him. He licked his lips before dragging his tongue over one of my nipples. My hands reached up and grabbed his hair. I pulled him up to my mouth and kissed him roughly, teasing him with my tongue as he pulled away.

"I want you, babe."

I moaned as his fingers penetrated my s.e.x. "Oh Darlin', there is no denyin' that. I can feel it for myself."

He cupped one of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and licked it again, never taking his eyes off of me. His fingers moved slowly backing in and out of me. "It...feels.....so...goooooood!" The words were stretching, because I couldn't think and react at the same time.

He brought one of my legs up and spread them wider as he spun me around and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Time to get into our big bed." My arms wrapped around Colt's neck and he held me as his strong arms carried me to our bed.

He laid us down gently and found my mouth right away. Gentle, soft kisses soon turned into carnal desire. Colt had to use his arms to prevent from laying on my belly, so it was easier to just flip him over and straddle his fine a.s.s myself. I wrapped my legs around him, suggesting we trade places without having to stop kissing him. He knew what I wanted and happily obliged.

His large erection brushed against my leg and I let out a moan just knowing that it would soon be inside of me. Making love to Colt was always so intense. Between the size of him and how nurturing he always was, he could make me o.r.g.a.s.m multiple times. The intensity of knowing his hard shaft was down there ready to slide right in, turned me on so much. I reached my hand down and grabbed his erection. After feeling it, I couldn't help but want to see it.

I slid down further, still holding on to his girth. My tongue slid over the tip, making him shiver underneath of me. I blew on the wetness, before licking it again. This time I filled my mouth with saliva and let it fall out over the tip of his shaft. My fingers spread it over him, using it as lubrication.

He stuck his arm behind his head and watched me playing with my tongue. I kept my eyes on him watching me, trying so hard not to close his eyes. When it filled my mouth, he let out a groan and his eyes closed tightly before he reopened them, biting down on his lip.

The more I sucked, the more sounds came from deep inside of his chest. I had to reposition myself a few times, to keep comfortable, but my mouth never left its task. Soon, Colt was grabbing my hair and closing his eyes more and more.

He never told me to stop, but as I could tell he was getting close, he pulled me up by my hair and shook his head, before kissing me on my lips. His strong arms lifted me until I was lined right up over his hard shaft. I scooted just enough to slowly drop down over his hardness, letting him slide inside of my hot s.e.x. It was always tight and painful at first, but I had come to like it. My first o.r.g.a.s.ms always happened in the first couple seconds of initial friction. Just like usual, I cried out for Colt as my body began to tremble over top of him. He groaned as I whispered his name and collapsed over his mouth for a full blown make-out session.

Colt sat us both up, allowing me to hold on to his strong shoulders. He began lifting my still trembling body up and down by holding on to my a.s.s. I used my legs and began rocking against him harder. My hands dug into his back as I felt another explosion coming my way. This one lasted longer than the first. I knew my nails were digging into his skin, but I kept my hold on him as the unbelievable sensations traveled all over my body. Colt bit down on my shoulder as he matched my climax. Instead of letting me rock back and forth, he kept me still, until he was able to move again.

I let go of his back and accepted his mouth on mine again. I loved his tongue and the way his full lips felt when they were wet. He pressed his forehead against mine. "I love you so f.u.c.kin' much, Savanna. I know we have had a rough couple of years, but we got through it. We have a son and beautiful baby comin' in a few months. Being married to you was the best decision I ever made. Thank you for this life Darlin'. It's everything I ever wanted."

Tears fell down my face. "Colt, there is no place else I would rather be then here with you, with our children. You have given me the most perfect life. Begging you to kiss me that first night was the best decision I ever made."

"Darlin', forcin' you to go to that d.a.m.n bonfire was the best decision I ever made. That little number you wore was insane. It made me think things I shouldn't have been thinkin' that's for sure."

"I wore that to p.i.s.s you off because you could never have me," I admitted.

He laughed and looked right at me. "Savanna, I wouldn't have taken advantage of you that night, but I'm pretty d.a.m.n sure if I wanted you, I could have had you."

I lightly smacked his chest. "Are you being c.o.c.ky?"

"No, I just see the way you look at me. You think I didn't notice it? Dressing like that to get my attention. You weren't just doin' that for that night. You were proving a point that you didn't look like a boy anymore, and my G.o.d Darlin', you didn't. You were the prettiest thing I think I ever laid eyes on."