Gunner followed Faith’s beat up car back home, pondering over every single thing he did and how he had failed his family. Turns out, he never did. He needed to see he was the luckiest man in the world. He had amazing friends, a wonderful mother and a wife who he loved more than anything, even with his flaws. Not to mention a little girl who adored him. Who saw him as her hero. And now, they have been blessed with another little bundle of joy. If they didn’t deserve it, God wouldn’t have let them conceive another baby. With a smile on his face, he remembered the moments with Faith. That day in the janitor’s closet, eating lunch together. The time he stood up to her father for her love and the right to be her boyfriend. And when he met Christopher, a shy guy who kept to himself, until Palmer had helped him get out of his shell. Oh, how he missed those moments in school. It was all simpler. Pulling his truck over at the side of the road, he turned the ignition off and pressed
Months had gone by, and life had been such a treasure. The friends had made peace with each other, and as soon as the contract was up, Christopher and Palmer had handed Gunner and Faith the ownership of their home. It was now theirs, with no debt, no foreclosure, and no man wanting to steal it from them. Now, they each waited inside the maternity room, a curtain separating their wives as both of them found themselves giving birth on the same day. Faith breathed while Gunner frantically tried to make her comfortable, fluffing her pillow and whispering soothing words as the doctor ordered her to push. Few minutes had gone by, and the cry of a baby boy echoed in the room, bringing joy to the couple. “Oh, wait until Cheyenne meets him,” Faith said as the nurse handed her her son after a thorough cleaning. “She’ll be over the moon,” Gunner replied, kissing her forehead. “I am so proud of you, my caramel queen.” “No, proud of both of us. We did this together. All of it.” She repli
Making memories. It’s all a girl ever wants for herself. Faith Hilton had conquered Gunner Travis’ heart back in middle school; the track star falling for her beauty and kindness. She had finally given her own heart to him in high school, and she has been happy ever since. Gunner was a passionate dreamer, a stubborn man, and a heartthrob. But it didn’t matter, because he was all hers. Today, four years later, they are still together and now have a beautiful baby girl. She is proof of their love. A family was all Faith wanted, and now her dream has come true. Palmer Wright, her best friend, was marrying Christopher Melbourne, the love of her life, and she’s her maid of honor. She remembered when he arrived in town, shy and introverted. Palmer had saved him from the school bullies, making it her mission to be in his life forever. Even though four years of being apart had been torture for them. Making precious memories. “What are you thinking?” Palmer asked, looking at herself
Palmer was in tears, thankful that her makeup was waterproof, or else she would have to go back to her room and freshen up. “I'm so proud of you,” Faith said after she approached Gunner, kissing him tenderly before he passed her the microphone. She gave a brief speech, but her tears didn't let her continue, to which Palmer chuckled and stood from her chair to hug her. She thanked her for being there for her unconditionally. They all spent the rest of the party chatting and eating when Daisy came outside with a crying Cheyenne in her arms, the little one feeling cranky and having enough of the party; wanting to be in her parents’ arms. Cheyenne spotted them and stretched her little arms, her blue eyes full of tears. “I think the little one is tired, so I brought her to momma,” she said, handing her to Faith. Cheyenne screamed in happiness before rubbing her eyes, yawning, and putting her head on her mother’s shoulder. “I think we better get home. We’re also tired. We can come b
Faith stood on their porch, seeing his truck disappear in the distance before she walked back into the house and sat Cheyenne down in her high chair. “Ma-ma!” she said, excitedly tapping her hands on the table while she waited for her breakfast. “Yes, sweetheart. It will be ready soon,” Faith replied, grabbing some fruit from the fridge and instant oatmeal from the cupboard. While the oats cooked in the microwave, she cut the apples and pears on a wooden cutting board, turning towards her daughter soon after. “Here, princess.” She put the fruits in front of her, cooling down the oats before putting them on the table as well. Sitting down in front of Cheyenne, she opened the laptop that she kept on the dining chair and started browsing for fashion schools online where she could apply. Excitement ran through her, and she couldn't wait to be a part of one. After spending a good amount of time searching, she didn’t have as much luck as she hoped. Nothing appealed to her, and for s
As soon as he arrived, Palmer walked out of the stables to meet him and led him towards Goliath, who was barely standing. “What do we have here?” He asked, setting the bag down before he opened it to pull a pair of gloves out of it. “I'm not sure, Gunner. This is how he woke up, and I haven't seen any of our horses sick like this in years. I've been trying to reach Mom and Dad, but they're not answering,” Palmer replied, concerned. This was the horse that had gone wild on her years ago, but she still loved him. Gunner grabbed a small tube and took a sample of some yellowish fluid coming out of his nose. He observed it before putting it in the bag, along with the other test tubes. “I'm taking these to the lab and will check what he has, but judging by the way the fluid coming out of his nose looks, he might have Equine Influenza,” he replied, grabbing a towel to clean the horse. “I figured. Just wanted to make sure,” she mentioned, not looking at Gunner straight into his eyes as
The next morning, Gunner heard Cheyenne cry through the baby monitor as he fluttered his eyes open before realizing she had gotten quiet not long later. Gently moving Faith away from his lap, he laid her back down on the couch, making his way towards their daughter’s bedroom to check on her; only to find her unconscious. “Cheyenne?” he called, shaking her softly, thinking she was being a little prankster, but when she didn’t move, he grew anxious. “Cheyenne!” Swiftly picking her up from her crib, he ran towards the truck desperately, while shouting at Faith to wake up. She opened her eyes and saw him get out of the house, his back the last thing she saw as he pushed the screen door open. “What’s wrong, Gunner?” she asked, putting her shoes on as her heart beat erratically, knowing there was something wrong. As soon as she made it into the truck, Gunner handed her their daughter, running around the truck before getting in and driving off. He wasn’t sure how he was even able to g
Palmer and Christopher hurried to the hospital, worried about their friends and their daughter. He parked the car in the closest spot available before they both headed inside, asking the receptionist where Cheyenne’s room was. “I’m sorry, but visitors are not allowed at this time, unless they’re family,” she said, giving Palmer an apologetic smile. “It’s okay, she’s my sister,” Faith lied, but right now she wanted her best friend with her. She looked as if she hadn't slept in days, and there were bags under her eyes. She led them both to Cheyenne’s room and Palmer quickly approached the little girl’s bed, caressing her soft hair as she looked at her with a sweet smile on her face. “What can we do to help?” Christopher asked Gunner, who shrugged as both men stood by the end of the bed, looking at his daughter, who was pale and frail. “There’s not much to do unless there’s an organ donor. But it takes a lot of money to put her on the waiting list,” he replied. Palmer looked at hi
Months had gone by, and life had been such a treasure. The friends had made peace with each other, and as soon as the contract was up, Christopher and Palmer had handed Gunner and Faith the ownership of their home. It was now theirs, with no debt, no foreclosure, and no man wanting to steal it from them. Now, they each waited inside the maternity room, a curtain separating their wives as both of them found themselves giving birth on the same day. Faith breathed while Gunner frantically tried to make her comfortable, fluffing her pillow and whispering soothing words as the doctor ordered her to push. Few minutes had gone by, and the cry of a baby boy echoed in the room, bringing joy to the couple. “Oh, wait until Cheyenne meets him,” Faith said as the nurse handed her her son after a thorough cleaning. “She’ll be over the moon,” Gunner replied, kissing her forehead. “I am so proud of you, my caramel queen.” “No, proud of both of us. We did this together. All of it.” She repli
Gunner followed Faith’s beat up car back home, pondering over every single thing he did and how he had failed his family. Turns out, he never did. He needed to see he was the luckiest man in the world. He had amazing friends, a wonderful mother and a wife who he loved more than anything, even with his flaws. Not to mention a little girl who adored him. Who saw him as her hero. And now, they have been blessed with another little bundle of joy. If they didn’t deserve it, God wouldn’t have let them conceive another baby. With a smile on his face, he remembered the moments with Faith. That day in the janitor’s closet, eating lunch together. The time he stood up to her father for her love and the right to be her boyfriend. And when he met Christopher, a shy guy who kept to himself, until Palmer had helped him get out of his shell. Oh, how he missed those moments in school. It was all simpler. Pulling his truck over at the side of the road, he turned the ignition off and pressed
Gunner covered his couch in his office with a sheet and tossed a couple of pillows from his truck before he sat down, leaning his head on the backrest and looking up into the ceiling. He thought of getting back into his truck and following his wife as soon as he saw her car disappear through the corner of the street, but he was as stubborn as she was sweet, and his body wouldn’t let him move, except towards his clinic. The sound of the cages and the dogs barking didn’t let him sleep, and he spent most of the day and night with his eyes wide open, thinking about what he has done. Maybe he was, indeed, overreacting, and he had to thank his friends for saving his ranch. But that didn’t take the fact that they had hidden it from him and Faith. “What am I going to do?” He said, running his hand through his blonde, now disheveled hair. Leaning forwards, he set his elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together. His heart ached, and he felt lonely inside his office. Since he had Fait
Gunner pulled over in front of his clinic, sighing as he looked at the locked door. He had given Samantha and Gina a day off as he wanted to celebrate for the day. But he never imagined it would go the way it did. Stepping out of his truck, he looked back at Faith, who had parked behind him, staring at him from behind the windshield. He could see her eyes were glassy and red from where he was standing and approached her vehicle, opening the door and crouching by her side. “It’s going to be fine, sweetheart,” he said, raising his hand to cup her cheek. Faith sobbed, turning to face him as they both lost themselves in a sweet embrace, the pain of losing their home getting to them. “Why do things keep happening to us?” she asked in a whisper, hiding her face on his shoulder while tears damped his shirt. “We need to just take it one day at a time.” Faith pulled back and looked at his blue eyes. “What if we overreacted? Maybe they’re right. We would have lost your ranch to Gray, an
Palmer could sense the awkward tension coming from their friends, and urged Christopher to sit, joining him shortly after she served everyone their coffee. As she set the mugs down, she could feel Faith’s gaze on her, and it wasn’t a happy one. “Well, we’re all ears. What questions might you have?” Christopher asked, thanking his wife with a kiss before he sipped his coffee. Gunner gazed at Faith as he held her hands while she nodded, giving him the approval to ask them. She also needed answers. He sighed, bit his lips, and frowned. “We want to know why did you lie to us?” Palmer stared at Christopher, confused. “We don’t know what you’re talking about, Gunner. We would never lie to you,” her husband replied. “Then why did Gray Jones come to our… oh, excuse me… now it’s yours as he said you bought it and paid our debts. Why did you lie to us, telling us that my father was never in such debts and that he had enough money to go around?” “Gunner…” Palmer started, but he glare
“Good morning, my beautiful queen,” Gunner said, wrapping his wife in his arms, snuggling against her as he smelled the lavender shampoo from her hair. “How did you sleep?” “I slept better than a baby,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder to smile at him, the look of love in his eyes giving her goosebumps. There was no one that could compare with her husband when it came to cherish the moments with her. “I feel guilty because Palmer and Chris couldn’t have their honeymoon, and here we are; we enjoyed our wedding night while they babysat Cheyenne,” she added. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it up to them. Now, let’s have a quick breakfast, pick her up at their ranch and then maybe have a picnic in the hills?” Faith hummed. “That sounds lovely.” They both stepped out of their bed, ready for a fun-filled day with their daughter. As Gunner headed to the bathroom, Faith couldn’t help but stare at her wedding ring, a small diamond sat on it and the reality of being his wife hit her with
“Well, that was quite the surprise. Thank you, my love,” Faith pointed out as she tried to take the flower off her hair, kicking her shoes off in the mudroom before she made her way towards the kitchen, ready to boil some water for a much-needed tea. She set the full teapot on the stove, turning the heat. Gunner stood at the doorway, leaning against it as he admired his wife moving back and forth in the kitchen. He thought of himself as the luckiest man on Earth, having such a wonderful woman to call his wife and the mother of his child; now his children. “Are you okay?” Faith grabbed the hem of her dress and walked towards him, his blue eyes boring into her soul, just as he had done years ago. “Nothing. I just can’t believe you’re mine. I never thought a girl like you would ever accept to be with a boy like me.” Faith frowned. “Why wouldn’t I? You were the most popular boy in school.” “But you were the one playing hard to get.” Faith bit her lips, smiling at him shamelessly
“Do you even know where he is?” Faith asked, curiously as she pulled Chloe towards one booth, both of them sitting down comfortably. “I don’t know. All I know is that he’s some big-shot football player, but we’re not here to talk about him. We’re here to celebrate your wedding.” Chloe tried to sound cheerful, but she knew even if Faith only met her a few times in school, she could sense when someone was truly hurting emotionally. “Nonsense, Chloe. We might not be close, but you are part of this town, and we were schoolmates. You and Hunter looked so cute together. He was such a puppy when it came to you. It beat having to deal with his bully ways. You were the only one who could tame him so he could leave Christopher and Palmer alone.” They both chuckled at her comment, but Chloe knew she was right. Loving Hunter had been the best thing to ever happen to her. She could see the difference in him when they were together. He even smiled often. “Why don’t you try calling him? Who k
“What are you doing here? I thought you would go back to Chicago after my daughter’s surgery,” Faith said as she stood in front of her husband, hoping to keep him from getting into a fight. Knowing his impulses, she wanted to keep the peace. “I was going back to Chicago, but…” he smiled. “I heard your husband here is about to lose everything, and I thought you would consider going back with me,” Connor replied, not a hint of shame in his eyes as he stepped closer. Gunner took a step towards him, but Faith instinctively turned around and put her hands on his chest, looking at his blue eyes, filled with rage. “Gunner, no please,” she whispered. “Our daughter is here, and she won’t want to see her father get into a fight. It will scare her. Besides, it's our wedding day and I am starving. We need to celebrate. Remember, no one exists but us?” “I can’t let him get away with that kind of comment. Especially when you’re my wife,” he replied, but his eyes were set on the man in front o