Page 170 of Wildest Forever

“Not long sweetie, and you can have a big ol' glass.”

Dixie smiles, her hands cradling her bump.

“It's going so quick,” she looks between me and Aspen, “can't believe Lainey is going to be a big sister soon.”

“I can't believe I am going to have another baby to squish and love,” Aspen goes soppy as I fill her glass up.

“You'll get your baby soon,” Dixie says softly and Aspen just gives a heavy nod.

“It's just not our time yet.”

“It will be, soon.”

Aspen raises her hand, holding her glass up and we all move towards the living room and that's where we wait to be told what the plan of action is.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

PACEY

Closing the sliding doors, I turn and look around the small room. Mom looks worried sick and I hate that we have made her feel like this.

“What's your plan?” she asks, her eyes passing over the three of us.

“We've been told—” Riggs says after an exasperated sigh.

“So, you don't know?” she cuts him off and he furrows his brows at her.

“Ma,” I step in, and she glares at me and I back the fuck down.

“This is too big to not know everything.”

“I agree ma, but we do know everything,” Tripp backs us up and he is normally the quiet one.

She shakes her head from side to side and drops her gaze.

“We've been told that they'll attack at dusk,” Riggs says, slightly rushed as he tries to get the words out.

“Where are they hitting first?”

“The ranch,” I sweep in and run my hand around the back of my neck.

“Then where?”

“Then they'll take out mine and Pacey's homes, they admitted they torched the Boot,” and I wish he had kept his mouth shut because the way my mom clutches at the thin material over her chest and silent sobs break through her has my heart obliterating in my chest.

“Ma,” my voice cracks as I step forward and pull her into my arms, placing her head on my chest.

Tripp rolls his eyes and flips Riggs off who grunts in response.

He knows he fucked up because he has kept quiet.

“Ma,” Tripp's voice floats through the room like the calm ocean. “Dixie's dad is behind this, so is Marty,” and she lifts her head from my chest and looks at Tripp.

“What? Marty as in our Marty...”

“He is notourMarty,” Riggs growls, his whole body tensing at our mom's words.

“How could he,” a tear rolls down her cheek and I hate that she is crying over these worthless pieces of shits.

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