Never Enough Read online Kelly Elliott (Meet Me in Montana #1)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Meet Me in Montana Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
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Ty grinned and said, “Kaylee and I figured you’re not that far along. Maybe a month, if that.”

My mouth fell open as I stared at them both. Tears filled my eyes as I let their words really sink in.

“But . . . how? I don’t understand.”

Kaylee cleared her throat. “Well, the P goes into the V. Then the guy ejaculates in the woman.”

“That’s the best part, really,” Ty added.

Kaylee nodded and then continued, “Well, as long as the woman comes before he ejaculates.”

“Right. A man ain’t a cowboy if he doesn’t take care of his lady first,” Ty stated.

“You are so adorbs. Anyway, then the little sperm make their way to the egg. They have to be strong swimmers.”

“Shaw swimmers are strong. Just sayin’,” Ty interjected.

“Then, one of the buggers gets in, and bam, a baby is on its way.”

With a groan of frustration, I closed my eyes. “I know how a baby is made! How did we make a baby with two different types of birth control?”

“Okay, one part of that is easy to explain. Remember when you got sick right before we moved, and they put you on those antibiotics?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, well, some of those sort of work against the pill. I think you finished up the bottle right about when we got here. You and Brock hooked up about five days or so after your last pill, which meant your birth control pills were all jacked up.”

“And if Brock used an old rubber—”

“Ew. I hate that word. Say condom,” Kaylee said.

Ty glared at her and went on. “If Brock used an old condom, it could have broken.”

“I would have felt it. He would have noticed!”

“Not really,” Ty and Kaylee both said at once.

Taking my hand and kissing the back of it, Kaylee gushed, “Either way, kiddo, y’all are having a baby. I hope you kissed and made up.”

“They did. He told her he loved her.”

Kaylee gasped. “What? What! Why am I just now hearing this?”

The doctor walked in. I launched into the whole How could I be pregnant? We used birth control! questions. He repeated pretty much what Kaylee and Ty had said.

After I signed the papers to discharge me, I made my way to Brock’s room. I sat in the chair next to his bed and stared at him.

I’m pregnant. What are you going to do when you find out, Brock?

He still had so many demons he needed to work through. We needed to work through together. My head dropped onto my hands, which were holding his. No matter what happened, I wasn’t running. I’d wait for him. For as long as it took.

I pulled in a deep breath and slowly let it out. There was no denying I was scared shitless . . . for a few reasons. This pregnancy was totally unplanned. I was starting a new career and a new relationship in a new city. Brock spooked easily and was a flight risk. And Blayze . . . how would little Blayze feel about another baby to share his attention with his father?

My head swirled with all the emotions. Happiness seemed to keep coming up to the surface above all the others, though. Was it wrong for me to feel joy in my heart? I didn’t think so. I’d always known I wanted to be a mom. I’d even dreamed of it with Brock and Blayze that day I stood outside his hotel room.

Slowing my breathing down, I calmly let it settle in.

I was pregnant.

I was having Brock’s baby.

I was going to be a mother.

Lifting my head, I felt the tears run down my cheeks as I looked at the man I loved. How could I feel so insanely happy yet scared to death? How would Brock feel when he found out I was pregnant? Happy? Trapped? Spooked?

I closed my eyes tightly. This was going to change everything. I prayed it would change it for the better.

Chapter Twenty-Six

BROCK

The light poured in as I slowly opened my eyes. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. I attempted to move and quickly stopped when the pain in my ribs stilled me.

“Shit,” I whispered.

Soft breathing made me look to my right. Smiling, I gazed down at the woman I loved.

Lincoln.

Her cheek was lying on my hand, and she looked uncomfortable. Hell, she was going to have a massive crick in her neck after sleeping like that.

I lifted my other arm, the one that had an IV attached to it, and gently brushed a piece of her light-brown hair away.

She whispered my name, and that word felt like it launched right into my body and pierced my heart.

“Lincoln.”

She didn’t move.

I tried to reach her cheek, but the twisting action shot pain throughout my body. So, I gently lifted my other hand, causing her head to move. She slowly sat up—and then grabbed on to the bed. Righting herself as if she was dizzy.


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