Page 201 of Knot my First Rodeo

Briggs looks up next, before his gaze drops to my stomach, then back to my face. His hand closes around the sonogram so tightly I'm surprised he doesn't crumple it.

Tripp is crying now. Tears are streaming down his face in front of several hundred people.

"You're crying," Clint tells him.

"Shut up."

"You're really crying."

"Shut up, Clint."

The announcer reaches for the microphone with a huge grin on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he says, drawing out the words just enough to build anticipation, "I was asked to help deliver a special message today."

The arena settles as all eyes turn toward the arena, then the giant screen above the arena flickers. A second later, the sonogram appears and an audible gasp rolls through the crowd.

The announcer clears his throat, then reads the note tucked inside each envelope.

"Hi, Daddies."

For one heartbeat, nobody moves, then all hell breaks loose. The crowd erupts with cheers, whistles, and applause.

Tripp is definitely still crying. Clint is laughing now, one hand covering his mouth while he shakes his head. Briggs just stands there, staring at me like he can't quite believe this is real.

Then suddenly, they’re all moving, abandoning the limelight in front of all these people. I barely have time to brace myself before they're here. Strong arms wrap around me from every direction.

"Autumn." Clint reaches me first, his hands land on my waist and then immediately move to my stomach like he can't help himself.

"Is this real?"

I laugh through the tears gathering in my eyes.

"Pretty sure."

"Pretty sure?"

"Well, unless three different doctors are wrong."

A sound escapes him that turns into a laugh halfway through, then he kisses me.

The crowd absolutely loses their minds.

"CLINT!" I hear somebody yell. "YOU CAN’T GET HER PREGNANT AGAIN!"

"Oh my God," Tripp says, trying to stop the tears leaking from his eyes.

"You're crying."

His face crumples. "I know."

"Baby." His palm settles against my stomach. "We're having a baby?"

"We are."

His laugh breaks free. "Oh my God."

Then he's kissing me, too. My forehead, my cheek, the side of my head, wherever he can reach.