With a whoop of joy that startled the horses in the nearby corral, Finn lifted her off her feet, spinning her in a circle before setting her gently back down.

“A baby,” he repeated in wonder, his hand coming to rest on her still-flat stomach. “Our child. Are you happy?”

Abigail asked, though his reaction had made the answer obvious.

“Happier than I ever thought possible,” Finn confirmed, kissing her tenderly. “Though I have 1 important question.”

“What’s that?” His eyes danced with mischief.

“Will our daughter be allowed to wear pants?”

Abigail laughed, joy bubbling up from deep within her. “Our daughter or son will wear whatever they damn well please.”

“Just like their mother,” Finn agreed, drawing her close.

As they stood together in the morning sunlight, Abigail reflected on the journey that had brought her there, from a bride rejected at a train station to a confident wife, future mother, and partner in 1 of the territory’s most respected ranches. The path had been neither straight nor easy, but every step had led her to where she was meant to be.

In Quinn McKenzie, she had found not a rescuer, but an equal. In Aurora and Adeline, she had found daughters who had claimed her heart before she even understood what was happening. In the Triple M, she had found not just work, but purpose. And in herself, she had found the courage to shape a life from the wreckage of the one she had expected.

She had once thought home was a place you were born into or married into by design. Now she knew it was something else entirely. Something built by hand, by trust, by shared labor, by the daily choice to stay.

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning into Finn’s embrace.

“And I love you,” he replied, his voice rich with feeling.

Behind them, the ranch spread out under the clear Wyoming sky, fences, pasture, house, and family, all of it hard won, all of it real. Their life. Their home. Their future.

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