One of the best things about growing up with a ton of cousins is that our kids will get to grow up together just like we did. My grandparents are in their late seventies and want to be more hands-off with the business side of things. They’ve already discussed passing the operations entirely over to my dad and uncles, which is a significant milestone. Bishops have run the ranch for generations, and the legacy will continue.

Although the idea of getting pregnant again after twins seems crazy, I do want to try for a boy. My nephew Zach is two, and he’ll have a little brother soon since Riley and Zoey are expecting baby Zealand in just two months. There are Bishop boy cousins for him to grow up with, plus I know Gavin would love to teach our kids about bull riding and training horses. Mutton bustin’ is already on the list for the girls when they’re old enough. I’d be willing to give Gavin a houseful, but for now, I’m focusing on these two precious babies inside me and soaking up every minute I get to carry them.

“My girls,” Gavin says, wrapping his big hands around my belly and grinning into my neck. “You’re beautiful.” He looks at my reflection in the mirror, and I smile in return.

“This bump is cute now, but in a couple of months, I’ll be surprised if I can see my feet.”

“You’ll be waddling all over the B&B like a cute penguin,” he mocks.

“Thanks,” I deadpan, adjusting my dress so it covers my boobs that have doubled in size.

“Your mom’s here. Kenzie too.”

“Oh yay! Tell them I’ll be right down.” I turn around and kiss his lips. “Assuming it doesn’t take me an hour to climb down the stairs.”

“I could carry you. You’re on your feet too much as it is, no wonder they’re swelling.”

“My feet are swelling?” I squeal in panic, then look down at them. “Do I have chubby ankles already?”

“Uh…” Gavin removes his hat and brushes a hand through his hair, a tell that he’s about to bullshit his way outta this question. “I think I hear more people at the door. Meet ya down there, sweetheart.” He quickly kisses my cheek before leaving.

He’s lucky I love him too damn much to scold him. I didn’t think it was possible to love him more than I did the day we got married, but when I found out we were pregnant, I fell for him even deeper.

By the time I enter the living room, it’s filled with Bishops and friends of the family. I greet people and swipe Rory out of Rowan’s arms. He’s seven months now, and his little personality reminds me so much of Diesel.