Cowboy's Baby

Chapter:5

Cheyenne

I woke up to an arm draped over my waist. The baby shifted slightly. I then sat up looking behind me. Then remembering last night. I got up off the bed seeing I was in a tee shirt that was too big. I looked back once more seeing he was shirtless. Man I should have asked him what his name was while we were alone. I thought. I pulled on some shorts because of summer and a tank top shedding the shirt thankful he left my bra on.

"Morning sweetheart." I looked back after pulling the tank top down. "Why are you in my room?" I asked calmly. "Had to carry you in last night or early this morning and you wouldn't let me go to my own bed." He said sitting up. He had on jeans and no socks. "I promise I didn't do anything to you. I was just as tired as you were. I even turned your alarm off so you could sleep longer." He said.

Not going to lie. The did have a fit body. Well chiseled torso and arms, probably a well defined butt too, and not an ounce of fat on his body. "See something you would like to see more of?" He asked. I then realized I was staring dead on at his crotch. "No." I said. "One of these days you won't care. I already don't care if your stark naked. I'll always look at your face and keep my eyes from wondering." He said standing and walking to me.

I backed up a bit. He walked closer until I was against a wall and he was in front of me. His hands went to my belly. His soft smile said that he could feel the movement hidden by skin. He kissed my forehead before my temple. "What would you like for breakfast?" He asked. "Your brother and the others are probably too hungover to care about food."

"It doesn't matter what's fixed for breakfast." I said. He set his hands on my elbows before pulling me along. He then led me to the kitchen and sat me at the table. Then started some eggs and biscuits. Then made a pot of coffee. I watched as he hastily finished the eggs as he pulled the warm biscuits out.

He placed a plate in front of me and another next to me. He then sat down next to me. I ate not looking at him. After finishing my plate I was still hungry. He looked over before pushing his plate closer to me. "Eat the rest. You need the nutrition." He said before standing and refilling his coffee cup. I slowly ate the rest of the eggs.

"Even though your brother has said it many times it always manages to slip my mind. Please. Tell me your name." He said. "Cheyenne. And yours?" I asked. "I should have told you sooner. It's Beau. I should have been more of a gentleman." He said. "Are you still hungry?" He asked. "I'd like to leave some for the others." I said.

"They can fend for themselves. They're not eating for two. They may eat like it but for you it's true. Some may criticize it but you need to." He said before taking my plate. "May I have more?" I asked quietly. Instead of putting my plate in the sink with his he put more eggs and biscuits on it and brought it to me.

I hungrily ate what was on the plate until I was full. This time it was a kiss on the cheek. I went and brushed my teeth before going out to the barn. Him tailing close behind. No I'm not going to ride. As much as I want to ride, I can't afford to have a premature baby.

I grabbed a brush and started brushing my old barrel horse down. He nickered and nudged my belly as if knowing that he knew what was inside. Beau went around letting the horses out into their runs before mucking the stalls out. Usually I'd have to wait for James to come by before I could do that. He put fresh water in each stall and a flake of hay. I went around the back of the runs letting the geldings out with the mares to graze.

I then let the stallions out into their own paddock for them to graze and run around. Arms wrapped around me. "How did you manage the first five months?" He asked. "The first three weren't a problem. It was when I first started noticing the baby bump that I realized I was going to need someone to do the heavy lifting and help out with the horses. So every day James came over and mucked stalls and helped me take care of them. I'd let them out and back in as he did that." I said.

"We still need to come up with a name for our boy." He said. "You said I could name him." I said. "And I'll agree on any name you say." He said kissing my cheek. "How about Wyatt?" I asked. "Sounds like a good name." He said kissing my cheek once again. "What about his middle name?" He asked. "Amos." I said. He kissed my cheek once more.

A truck came down the drive. "Looks like James is here." I said. "Won't he be in for a surprise to see the barn chores are done." He said. "Actually I've been wanting the tack room cleaned up since Ash left." I said. "Where's the cleaners and saddle soap?" He asked. "In the cabinet that also needs to be moved." I said.

I sat on a hay bale with my saddle in front of me. The bridle freshly clean laying on my lap. I could see myself with a little boy running around the barn getting under his father's feet and causing mischief. The two men set the final saddles out then swept and cleaned the floors. "Don't forget about that cabinet." I said. They both groaned. Ash and two other guys came in.

They both didn't know what to think about this. "Y'all could help clean." I said. Ash groaned before going to help. The other two sat down and started helping me clean saddles before I sprayed them with the hose next to me. Beau and James then sat down to scrub saddles. As soon as the tack room was completely clean they put the saddles back into place and hung all the bridles up too.