Page 48 of A Cowboy Home for Christmas
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“It’s a healthy babyboy! Born on December twenty-fourth at eleven-thirty-six. Weighing nine pounds and cute as a button.”
Savi’s jumps up from the three chairs she sprawled over in the waiting room. Her nose wrinkles. “Nine pounds. Yikes. He’s a big baby. Better early than later with that kid.”
“His name is Gunnar Joe Beckett.”
Savi presses her hands together in a prayer motion. “Awe, that’s so sweet.” She skips over to me and hugs me. “Can I see him? I mean, I didn’t want to be there for the whole pushing a cantaloupe out of the birthing canal, but I’d love to meet him now.”
“Yes, they’re moving them and then you can meet your new nephew,”
Savi holds my upper arms, getting her face nice and close to mine. “How are you?”
I’m not used of this new Savi. “Fine.”
“My brother was an asshole.” I have to double look her. I can’t tell if she’s serious or being sarcastic. I expect the latter. I get serious.
“I would hope if a man ever treats me with the disrespect Gunnar showed you, my family would stand up for me, and not look the other way. The way we didn’t stand up for you. The way we all looked the other way. You didn’t deserve it. We’re all assholes. I may be the biggest Asshole of us all, and I’m so sorry.”
I’m shocked. There’s no other word to describe how I feel. Shocked and fortunate.
“Savi, that means the world to me. And I will always stand up for you.”
“I know you will. I wish I had done the same for you.” She laughs. “You’re a fucking queen. Look at you, being in the delivery room of your husband’s mistress. Fucking queen. Fighting for her when you should hate her.”
“I don’t hate her.”
“I know.”
“And all that stuff about Barker falling for her was nothing. You know that right? He only has eyes for you.”
“I know.”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“Do you think you can pull some strings and get us into Fox Saddlery?”
