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“What is this we’re doing again?” Grady asked as he walked beside her.
“ATrash the Dressphotoshoot. Everyone’s doing them.”
“Why the hell did we spend so much money on this dress just to ruin it?”
Tinsley put her hand on her hip. “What else am I going to do with it? Wear it out on the town?”
Grady dragged his hand through his hair, looking sexier than ever in his frustration. “I don’t know. Sell it, donate it, save it for our girl someday?”
Tinsley looked appalled. “I will do no such thing. I’m not forcing our child to wear something I chose. She’d hate that.”
He shook his head in defeat. “All right, I guess let’s go watch you ruin a dress.”
The photographer waited near a big muddy puddle in the field.
Grady stood with his arms crossed and watched as Tinsley kicked off her boots and ran into the puddle, dancing and kicking up the mud, while the photographer moved around, getting shots and giving direction.
“That’s it. Really get in there.”
Grady shook his head and grinned. God love her, she was having the time of her life.
When the photographer finally said he had enough great shots, Tinsley stood in the middle of the puddle and crooked her finger at Grady.
“No way,” he replied.
Then, as he watched, Tinsley tucked her hand down her bodice and pulled something out. He frowned, wondering what in the hell she was doing.
She held the item up, dangling it from her index finger. It took Grady a second to realize it was a tiny pair of knitted baby boots. It took him another moment to realize what she was trying to tell him.
His mouth parted, and he just stared at her. She could have hit him in the head with a sledgehammer.
Finally, he walked into the puddle, boots and all, and settled his hands on her waist. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
She nodded.
He let out a whoop and swung her around in a twirl, until his boots caught in the mud and they both went down. He landed on his back, and she landed on top of him.
“I’m gonna be a daddy?”
She nodded again.
“How long have you known?”
“Since right after we got back from our honeymoon.”
He pulled her down for a kiss, and the photographer snapped the picture.
Grady knew exactly where that picture was going. Right over the head of their bed.
***
Three years later—
Grady stood in the stands of the arena, his two-year-old daughter in his arms.
The bell rang, and a horse and rider rode at top speed into the arena, racing around one barrel and then another. The crowd around him exploded into cheers. Chris and Lani and their daughter were in the stands. So was Stan and Big Al and his wife, and Kiley, even JD and Loretta and Tinsley’s brothers.
She had her own cheering section as she literally chased her dream.
“There’s your mama, little bit. Isn’t she something?”
***
