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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I’m out here, the harder

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 the woods, and

me on them. The

Well, it was quiet.

too quiet anymore. I swear this place ought to be called the Fertile Mountain. There are babies fussing all over the place. They’re cute as hell, but there are a lot

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

a helluva

and blue jeans. But I’m going to Seattle to fucking charm the pants off some exec who

want the crew around their women unless they’ve been vetted first.

out here. Before I went into business with Jax, I went to law school. Fuckin’ A, right? But I didn’t last long.

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 gonna