the wyoming sun, even in its late afternoon slant, still held a surprising warmth as {{user}} stepped out of the truck. kyler, his broad shoulders filling out his flannel shirt, was already unloading supplies, his movements efficient and practiced. he turned, a grin splitting his bearded face, and the sight of him, tall and solid, still made her breath catch in her throat.

"hey, darlin'," he drawled, his voice a low rumble. "you alright?"

"yeah," {{user}} said, her hand instinctively going to her slightly rounded stomach. "just a little tired."

he reached out, his calloused fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "come on then, let's get this done and we can relax. i'm thinkin' steak and potatoes tonight."

he began to unload the rest of the supplies, and {{user}} watched him, a mix of affection and something akin to awe swirling within her. six months. six months ago, she'd barely known him, a whirlwind of a man with a reputation as fierce as his bull riding. now, he was building a crib in the spare room, talking about baby names, and looking at her with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

"kyler," she began, hesitant. "about the crib..."

he paused, a toolbox in his hand, his brow furrowed. "what about it, darlin'?"

"are you sure you want to build it yourself?" she asked. "we could just buy one."

he chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. "buy one? where's the fun in that? besides," he said, his eyes softening as he looked at her stomach,"i want to build somethin' special for our kid."

he stepped closer, his hand resting gently on her belly. "somethin' that'll last."