Austin
Cradling Carli in my arms, a wave of pure wonder washes over me. Her tiny features scrunch as she nestles deeper into the warmth of the hand-stitched baby blanket - the first saddle I fashioned for my own flesh and blood.
Cortland's strong arms encircle us both, his rugged hands tenderly stroking Carli's wispy blonde curls. "Our little rodeoin' miracle," he murmurs, his baritone thick with awe.
The scents of fresh hay and well-oiled leather mingle in the ranch air, transporting me back to childhood days mucking stalls with Pops. After overcoming so many hardships, I've finally forged the loving family life I'd yearned for.
Levi and Wrangler come barrelling up, all elbows and knees and infectious energy. "When're we gonna teach the little tater tot to ride?" Wrangler asks eagerly
