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burning warm and cozy in the fireplace, and Jack was outside chopping wood. She showered and dressed, then perched by the window watching him. Ogling him was more like it. She loved watching the muscles in his arms and back flex and bunch beneath his long-sleeved shirt as he swung that ax. It had snowed a lot last night, at least four or five inches, and she could see from the tracks in the snow that Jack had already gone to check on the plane. It was still coming down pretty hard.
    She knew her husband well enough to realize that when he stopped cold every few swings and looked up at the sky, he was worried about getting stuck on the mountain. When they were dating, it had been fun to be stuck in the snow up here. They’d come just before snowstorms several times with the plan of getting snowed in. But that wouldn’t do this close to the baby’s birth. Jack would be a nervous wreck. In Savannah’s mind, however, this was perfect. She still had at least two weeks, and probably more. What could be better than being here alone with Jack? She’d help him relax, like she had last night. God, she loved being close to that man. Everything he did, everything he said, made her feel loved and desirable. She’d never had a chance to worry about her changing body turning him off. From the very first few pounds she’d put on, Jack had lavished her body with love and attention, and she’d soaked it up.
    He looked around again, then up at the sky, then back at the house. When his eyes found her, he feigned a smile. There was a big difference between Jack’s forced smiles, which she knew were meant to put her at ease, and his real smiles—the ones that melted her heart. She couldn’t wait to see Jack with their baby in his arms, safe and sound. She knew he’d always worry—about her, about the baby, about their safety. He was going to be an amazing father, and she knew all that worry would still be there, but it would just endear him to her even more. She understood why he worried so much. He’d lost so much already, and Savannah loved him enough to help settle those worries down. That was one reason she’d wanted to come to the cabin this last time before the baby was born. She wanted to love him up before the baby arrived and let him know how much she appreciated all that he did for her, for them.
    The next time they came here, they’d have their baby with them and her attention would be divided between the two most important people in her life. The idea of sharing her emotions scared her. Did she have enough love to go around? Or would she always feel stretched too thin? She already loved this baby as much as she loved Jack, but the baby was still inside her and didn’t require her full attention. She hoped and prayed she’d be as good of a mother as her mother was remembered to be, and as good of a parent as her father was. She had no idea how her father, as a single parent, had given each of his children so much attention while also running the ranch. She hoped parenting would be innate and that she was worrying for nothing, but she didn’t want to let Jack down.
    As usual, the thought saddened her. She’d been so young when she’d lost her mother that she only really knew her from descriptions and stories her father and brothers had shared with her. Even after her death, her mother’s spirit had been kept alive through her father’s and brothers’ eyes. That alone told her what she’d missed out on by being born so near the time of her mother’s passing.
    Movement in her belly pulled her mind from those thoughts, and she smiled, pressing her hands to her belly.
    Our baby .
    Tears filled her eyes. These pregnancy hormones were going to do her in as badly as they had at the wedding. She needed to get out of the cabin or she was going to worry over what kind of mother she’d be all day.
    She bundled up in her winter coat and tugged on her boots. She could barely bend over far enough to pull her boots on. At