Change Rein (Willow Bay Stables #1)(29)

“Oh my word, look at you!” A petite brunette with flour all over her apron comes rushing towards me.

I prepare myself for a handshake, but she envelops me in a hug instead. Although it catches me off guard, my arms circle around her and my eyes close. It might be odd to sniff your boyfriend’s mother the first time you meet her, but frankly, I can’t help it.

She smells like a mom.

I’ve not smelled that in so long, so the sensation is entirely overwhelming. Tears well in my eyes, and it takes everything I have not to sob into her shirt. She gives my body a tight squeeze before eventually pulling back, looking into my eyes, and giving me a little wink.

“I’m Ashley, that hunk of burnin’ love’s mama, but you can call me anything you please, sweetheart, as long as it ain’t ma’am.”

A burly man nearly twice her size wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his front. “Quit suffocating her, Ashley. Let her breathe.”

She laughs, swatting him with a nearby oven mitt.

“Charles Tucker, miss. It’s a pleasure to have you in our home tonight.” He reaches out a hand so big that it has to be the size of a catcher’s glove, but once I’ve placed my hand in its grip, he shakes it ever so gently.

I see where some of my man’s sides come from.

“Thank you for having me,” I reply, feeling nothing but welcome in their kitchen.

Arms wrap around my shoulders and a kiss is placed on my temple. “I’m sorry. Someone let the Tickle Monster out to tame the children,” Branson whispers into my ear.

I can’t help the girly giggle that leaves my mouth.

“I see you’ve met some of the crazies,” he announces to the room.

A collective boo and an oven mitt swat follows.

“This is my older brother, Heath.” He gestures to the almost carbon copy walking towards us. “Heath, this is my girlfriend, London.”

“We’ve heard so much about you!” He smiles widely, snagging the two little boys as they run by him. “This is Axel”—he tickles the little one—“and this is Jack”—he tickles the older boy. “And you’ve already met my beautiful wife.”

Squatting down, I shake each of the boys’ hands before their dad lets them loose in the house once again.

“This is my dad. His name is Greg. He’s really handsome.”

I turn to find Katie standing next to me, tugging a man almost exactly my age behind her.

Branson drops to his knees, wiggling his hands towards her like I assume the Tickle Monster does. “Is your dad more handsome than me?”

After kissing her dad on the cheek, she pouts at her uncle. “No one’s more handsome than my daddy.”

Greg tosses his head back in laughter before reaching a hand out to me. “Well, I swear I didn’t train her to say that, especially not when it might get me beat up by my big brother.”

“You don’t think your Uncle B is handsome?” Branson wails, picking up a squealing Katie and twirling her in his arms.

“It’s nice to meet you, Greg.” I shake his hand while still laughing at the entire welcome provided by his family.

“I don’t know if Branson told you, but I do a lot of freelance work for sports magazines. I’d love to get a few shots of you with Achilles and set that idiot from the magazine straight.”

My face falls a little, and Branson growls.

“Watch it, Greg.”

“Only if you’re up for it,” the younger of the two men assures me. “I think you were a wonderful competitor, and for what it’s worth, I don’t think that reporter could have found his own *, even if he had a map.”

“Gregory Thomas Tucker, you watch your mouth in my house!” Ashley hollers from across the kitchen, waving her oven mitt at her grown son.

Dinner is boisterous and loud, which is something I’m quite familiar with. But having the children around is new, and I’ve grown terribly fond of them in such a short time. When the evening sun sets, the men settle in the living room and I wander out on the back porch to take a minute to remember how thankful I am. For Branson, and for his family.

“You cold, sweetheart?” Ashley shakes a blanket in my direction as she sashays across the porch.

Feeling a little chilled, I rub at my bare arms. “A little, actually.”

“Come sit on the swing with me then, girl. We’ll share this beast.” She gestures towards the heavy quilt. “Charles’ mother made it for our second anniversary. It’s ugly as sin, but honey, I promise you this: It’s as hot as Hugh Jackman’s abs in that movie where he dumps the soap all over him.”

“Australia?” I chuckle, trying to pick up what she’s putting down.

Nodding, she sighs. “Yes, that one!”

After settling down next to her on the porch swing, I let my head fall against the wood and cross my ankles together as we start to move. “You have a wonderful family, Ashley. Thank you so much for having me tonight.”

“It’s entirely our pleasure, London.” She taps my thigh over the blanket. “You’re good for him, you know? That boy of mine’s always had a whole lotta love to give, but he always said he was waiting for the right girl, and you want to know what I think?”

“Of course.”