Andy was her rock. At one time, it had terrified her to depend on him so much. He had become the center of her world, which could be dangerous when she found herself alone again, stumbling to find her footing. It had been a hard road, learning to trust Andy. Although he was far from perfect, the fear of loving him so deeply had turned into a bone-deep terror at the idea of living a life without him. That was what Laura was worried about now.
She depended on him for everything and knew without a doubt that he’d kill with his bare hands any man who tried to hurt her or their children—even Gabriel, the illegitimate son she’d had when she was fifteen, who now had her husband’s name. He might not have looked like Andy, but he was her husband’s son in every way even though they didn’t share the same blood. To Andy, their family meant the world, so much that he’d sacrificed everything, including his own family, for her.
She loved him for that, for the choice she’d never asked him to make.
She was holding the baby over her shoulder. Sarah was making soft gurgling noises and cooing as Laura rubbed her back. She loved the fresh baby scent and the light smattering of auburn hair on her daughter’s head. Whose side she’d gotten that from, Laura wasn’t sure, with her being blond and Andy a dark-haired Friessen. She rocked her baby as she watched Andy outside with the kids. Gabriel was riding the gelding Andy had bought for him. Now in the third grade, he looked so big, sitting in the saddle with a confidence that came from all the hours he’d spent with Andy on horseback. The twins were holding Andy’s hands as they walked through the field, and he was laughing at something Gabriel had done.
It tugged at her heart, watching her big strong alpha male and the love he had for his children, so involved with them. He was so good with them, and they worshipped the ground he walked on. Her children would never know her worry. How could they, having a father like Andy?
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