Page 64 of Auctioned to the Lumberjacks (Auctioned)

Her new sheepskin boots from Finn fit her perfectly, and her grin is wide. My heart flip-flops in my chest.

She tears off her hat and mittens, much to her momma’s disapproval.

In her little jeans and with the sleeves of her checked plaid shirt sticking out from the red sleeves of her cape, she looks just like a mini lumberjack.

Skye’s behind her, carrying a basket I know will be full of goodies for lunch.

“My angel!” I lower my ax to the ground and pull my thick work gloves from my hands, dropping them to the forest floor. I stride towards my favorite girls, desperate for a taste of Skye’slips and a cuddle from Hallie. Stooping my head low to meet Skye’s mouth with mine, I plant a lingering kiss, then turn to Hallie and scoop her into my arms.

She nuzzles into me, fitting perfectly into the curve of my neck, giggling as my beard rasps her sweet, soft skin.

She’s as warm as a toasted marshmallow and smells sweet of freshly baked cookies.

“Daddy, so cold.”

We laugh together, and her chubby little arms wrap tighter around me.

“Mommy and Hallie got lunch.”

“Lunch!” I can’t believe how many words she has now. “That’s a big word, honey! I’m so proud of you!”

I’m excited to watch her develop and reach her milestones, but at the same time, I want time to slow down. It’s a sensory and emotional overload. I love every sweet, tender moment.

“Mommy and Hallie make gingerbed.”

“Gingerbread honey, gingerbread.” Skye corrects her gently, but Hallie ignores her.

“Hallie want gingerbed.”

With Hallie snuggled safely in my arms, we approach the trailer to share lunch with the rest of the crew.

Two other daddies will be as delighted as me to see their little girl.

Skye places the basket on the huge table that takes up most of the space in the trailer and lays out the contents.

The crew momentarily stops as they feast their eyes on the goods. The smell of freshly baked bread rises, mingling with a hint of pepper and spice from the winter-warming soup we all love.

Skye lays out parcel after parcel of carefully wrapped treats, and I catch her cradling her small belly with one hand.

The way to any man’s heart is definitely through his stomach.

And his cock.

Although, giving him a baby trumps everything!

Hallie helps her momma lay out a series of tiny cupcakes topped with either light blue or baby pink frosting.

Hallie is buzzing with unspent energy and almost ready to burst.

The final item is a large carrot cake topped with extra cream cheese frosting, which has become one of our favorites and is usually a symbol of something being celebrated.

“You feeling all right, Skye?” Finn notices Skye being careful how she maneuvers around the table.

Her nausea has been hard on her the past couple of weeks.

“Course, Finn. It’s just that feeding you ravenous men is no easy task. I read the other day that a lumberjack can need as many as seven thousand calories a day. It’s mind-boggling!”

She’s trying to detract attention away from herself and back to the boys waiting like pigs at a trough.

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