Falling for the Babysitter

“Would you like to change the date?” he asks.

Deacon and I look at each other. We don’t want a different date. We want to get this over with.

“I’m afraid not. My client won’t be showing up at all. She’s left the state.”

Deacon squeezes my hand, fighting a smile. It’s all either of us can do to stop jumping up and down with joy.

“Very well then,” the judge says. He’s an older man, worn down, and looks like he doesn’t have much patience for anyone anymore. I imagine that’s what happens when you have to sit through court day in and day out for a living. “Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy—” (That’s us. It still sounds weird to be called Mrs. anything, let alone by Deacan’s last name. I love it, though. When I first changed it, I spent hours practicing my new signature) “—I am granting you full custody of Bailey McCarthy. Congratulations.”

Deacon and I are both crying as we cling to each other. We finally have our happy family together and there’s nothing anyone can do to ever get between us again.

THE END

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out here, the harder leaving

it’s crazy to think that just a few years ago I was giving my business partner Jaxon a bad time about selling his shit and staking a claim in

on them. The pine trees, the clean air, the clear

Well, it was quiet.

Mountain. There are babies

a one-year-old baby girl. Rosie and Buck have their three daughters--two-year-old twins, and a six-month-old baby, and my brother and

helluva lot of

my suitcase, wishing I were packing clothes that are a little more me. Flannels and blue jeans. But I’m going to Seattle to fucking charm the pants off some exec who wants to film a reality show out in the woods. Apparently, they think mountain men that build custom homes who have a bunch of

fuck do I know about TV? Not much, but Jaxon and Buck don’t want the crew around their women unless they’ve been vetted first. We need to know their

here. Before I went into business with Jax, I went to law school. Fuckin’ A, right? But I didn’t last long. Hated the bullshit then, and I hate it now. I didn’t want to be in an office–I wanted

also the right person to go meet with this show, find out what they are planning. Hell, I don’t have a woman and children to look after. God knows no one is