Wyatt snorted. “You wouldn’t make me. I’d be glad to help.” He slid his arm across the back of Molly’s chair. Wyatt was next to Falcon on his other side and straight across from his big sister.

Falcon took a break from his slice of tender roast beef and mashed potatoes to take Cheyenne’s hand. “It’s the biggest house I’ve ever lived in, not counting the few nights I’ve slept in the main house at the RHR. Nope, it’s plenty for me. If we want more room, I can add another room on.”

Cheyenne nodded, and their hands tightened, their eyes held. “I’m happy wherever and however I live as long as you’re with me.”

“And we get the RHR.” Wyatt settled back. He heard the wooden rungs creak and remembered his ma fussing at him not to lean back on his chair. It was a fond memory, too.

When the meal was finished, Win said, “I found something in the attic that I’d like you to see. And Wyatt and Falcon, I’m hoping you’ll help Kevin bring a few things down.”

“I could’ve gotten it, Win.” Kevin rolled his eyes at her, but he had a grin on his face.

“I’ve got a few chores to see to,” Andy said, rising. “Do you need another strong back or can these old men handle it?”

With good-natured teasing the men told him to get on back to work.

“Before you go, Andy . . .” Molly glanced shyly at Wyatt. She felt a blush pink her cheeks.

Wyatt took her hand and gave her an encouraging nod. They’d discussed it, and she’d asked if she could make the announcement, but now it was a bit hard to speak the words.

“I’ve got a little one on the way.”

Everyone around the table whooped. Kevin rose and pulled her into his arms. Win was next, then Andy. The men shook Wyatt’s hand, and everyone gave Molly a hug.

Win whispered to her, “I know you already love your baby, but you won’t believe what it feels like to be a ma. It’s like a mama grizzly wakes up inside you, ready to fight and die to protect your child. The love is so big, so beautiful.” Tears came to her eyes, and Kevin dragged her close with one arm and kissed her dark curls.

Andy gave Molly one last hug, his grin huge, then he headed for the barn.

The rest of them trooped upstairs.

“Leave all the doors open,” Kevin said. “Dorothy usually takes a good afternoon nap, but we need to be able to hear her if she wakes up early.”

When they reached the attic, Molly saw that everything had been moved around. Dust covers pulled off various crates and chests, including a row of paintings.