Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“I’ll take care of it.” I look over at Clare, thinking this might be something she wants to see. “You want to come watch, baby?”
“Sure. I’ve helped a few times with the animals. I’ll see what I can do.”
We stand up, and I take Clare’s hand, pulling her behind me.
“Go ahead, clean up, and get yourself some chow. We’ll take care of Fluffy tonight.” Looking over to Earl, I see him nod his head. I know he’ll take care of things in the house and make sure whoever is on clean up does their job.
Pulling Clare behind me, we walk towards the barn closest to the house. I hold her hand as we walk, and the simple action makes me smile. It’s weirdly comfortable and feels like something we do every day instead of something that’s completely new to us.
“So who’s Fluffy?” Clare asks as we enter the barn.
“She’s one of the ewes we keep around here as kind of a pet. We don’t have enough to really make money off their wool, so we donate it to the knitting group in town and they make use of it.” I walk Clare to the back stable and see the ewe lying down.
When we go over to her, she’s a bit skittish, but I put my hand on her and feel her belly. The lamb has indeed turned from what I feel, and I look to see how close she is to labor.
Looking up, I see Clare get down in the hay with Fluffy and put her head in her lap. She starts to gently stroke her and make soft sounds to try to calm the soon-to-be mother.
“It’s too late for me to turn the lamb, so she’s going to have to deliver feet first. This is going to be painful for the mama, so if you want to help, you’ll need to hold her for me.”
Clare looks up and I see sadness on her face, but it’s quickly banished and she nods, now determined to help. She holds Fluffy and starts talking to her as if she’s a real mama about to give birth.
“You can do this, Fluffy. I know you can. Be brave. We’ve got you.”
Seeing her like this melts something inside of me, and the thought of her having our babies runs through my head. I shake it off before I can fall too far over the edge, thinking I need to concentrate on what we’re about to do. I’ve delivered a few breech animals before, but it’s never easy. We’ve lost a few mamas before, so there’s always worry with this kind of thing.
“Okay, little mama. Let’s have ourselves a baby.”
* * *
“What are we going to name it?”
I look over to see Clare holding the lamb as she cleans it off. The labor took hours, and it was rough on all of us, but Fluffy came through like a champ, and now we’ve got the newest addition to the McCallister farm.
“Whatever you want, baby. It’s a girl.”
Clare beams at me, and it’s the sweetest sight. She helps the lamb start to nurse, and once we’ve got them settled, she comes over to my side.
“She looks like a little cotton ball. Can I name her Cotton?”
It’s too much. I wrap her in my arms and hold her to me. “Yes. I think Cotton is perfect. Fluffy and Cotton. It’s nearly too damn cute.”
Clare playfully slaps my arm as we exit the stable, letting the mom and baby get some sleep. We walk hand in hand back to the big house, and by this time, night has fallen upon the farm. All the stars are out, and it feels romantic being out here with her like this.
It took hours to deliver Cotton, and it’s late, but I still remember what she promised me earlier. And I intend to hold her to it.
When we get to the big house and go inside, I turn behind me and flip the lock into place. The sound of it has her turning to look at me, and I can almost feel her heartbeat pick up speed.
“I think we could both use a shower before bed.”
She looks down the hallway where the bedroom and bathroom are and then looks back at me. I can see the nervousness in her eyes, but she nods slightly, and it’s enough to make me go to her. I wrap her in my arms and wait until she looks up at me, locking eyes with my own. I want her to always feel safe with me.
“Let me wash you, baby. Show you just how good I’m going to be to you. Give you a reason to marry me come Friday. Not just because you need to, but because you want to.”
“Cash,” she whispers, and my name comes out with so much behind it. Nervous need and shy desire all mixed together.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, needing to know and needing to hear her say it.
She smiles, and I see it in her eyes before she says it. “Yes.”
I scoop her up and carry her to the master bathroom. I set her down on the counter next to the sink and go to the shower, turning on all the heads to let the water heat up. When that’s finished, I go back to her and see her sitting there biting her lip.
I unbutton my shirt while I kick off my boots. Then I stand there in just my jeans. She bites her lip as she watches me reach for my belt, and it drives me wild. Just having her eyes on me like she can’t look away makes me crazy.
When my belt is undone, I unzip my jeans and push them off my hips along with my boxer briefs. Might as well go ahead and show her all of me, seeing as I’m the last man she’s going to see naked for the rest of her life.
Standing before her naked, my hard, aching cock pointing at her, I feel like a god. She’s looking at me with big eyes. She licks her lips, and it takes everything in me to stay rooted in place.