There's a few steam alerts in this one...so you've been warned. ;) There is a poem written by my childhood pastor as well as some sermon excerpts from sermon central dot com. A notation has been added.

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April 27th, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

When Jack had arrived home on Wednesday, Peyton had eagerly dragged her daddy to her new room to show it off. When he walked inside, he blinked his eyes repeatedly to adjust to the new color. Elizabeth was standing behind him when he turned around and looked at her.

"Wow, did a pink flamingo explode in here?" he teased.

"I love it, Daddy. I love it." She was bouncing around the room, showing him her new bookshelves filled with books, stuffed animals, lamps, bedding, and everything else she could think of.

Jack picked her up as she pointed out her new chandelier. "This room is beautiful, just like you, Pey Pey."

"Tank you, Daddy," she said, patting his cheeks. It was at that moment Jack realized that not only did his twins pat his face, but so did Blake.

The Thornton household had transitioned into a six person household seamlessly, with Becky and Blake sharing a room downstairs. She wanted to spend as much time as she could with him while she was still able to get around. The twins were super excited about having Blake in the same house with them at all times. None of them fully understood the concept, yet, that they were siblings. They were just happy to be together.

While Jack was gone, Savannah had been full of questions. Tom and Sam had explained everything to her, as much as an eleven-year-old needed to hear. Not sure what to think at first, she quickly changed to acceptance out of love for her uncle and compassion for Becky and Blake.

Becky's health had bounced back and she had been feeling well for the past two days. She'd even gone on a walk around the ranch with Blake, soaking in every second she could. Jack and Elizabeth watched from the front porch one warm afternoon, as Blake rode Doodle and Becky rode her horse, Maximus. Mother and son slowly moved along the edge of the pasture, never going too far, spending time laughing together and pointing out all the different kinds of animals they could spot.

It was now Sunday morning, and Becky and Blake had been with them for 3 full days. Jack, Elizabeth and the twins were in the kitchen, while the twins played with Wyatt, and their parents prepared breakfast. Jack stood at the stove, turning the bacon, when Becky and Blake came up from downstairs.

"Good morning, Becky. Hi, sweetie," Elizabeth said to the pair, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Hi, Lizbeth," Blake said, not quite able to pronounce her name correctly. He ran over and joined the twins and Wyatt. The dog was on his back, his legs sprawled out, enjoying the bounty of tummy rubs he was receiving.

"Hello, Elizabeth," Becky said as she crossed the room. "What can I help with?"

"You just have a seat," Elizabeth told her. "We've got this all under control.

Becky pulled out a stool at the island and sat down. Then proceeded to watch the couple, working together like a well-oiled machine. When Jack needed a plate, Elizabeth would hand him one without him needing to ask. Elizabeth started to reach for the bowl of fruit sitting next to Jack and he picked it up, handing it to her. This went on for the entirety of the breakfast prep, and Becky watched with wonderment at the couple who were clearly created for one another.

"Would you like some coffee?" Elizabeth asked, holding a cup in her hand.

"Yes, please. Thank you," she replied, reaching out to take it.

Elizabeth began getting the twins situated in their high chairs and their food on their trays. Then she picked up Blake and sat him on one of the barstools, scooted him up to the island, as Jack moved a plate of food in front of him.

"Thank you, Daddy," he said with a smile, picking up a fork and sticking it into the eggs, shoveling a huge bite into his mouth.

"Smaller bites, Blake," Becky said, laying her hand on his arm.

"Sorry, Mommy," he replied, mouth still full.

"And don't talk with your mouth full."

"Sor...," Blake began again, then stopped and swallowed. "Sorry, Mommy."

Jack was leaning back against the counter in front of the sink, watching all three kids, Elizabeth, and Becky. His eyes began to alternate between Elizabeth and Becky and his heart sank. Here were two women, complete opposites of each other, one had a hold of his heart, the other...his concernment.

He swallowed hard against the regret that crept up on him quite often these days. Always thankful for Blake, but at the same time, the guilt was always there for Elizabeth. His gaze was on Becky for a short moment then as he moved his eyes to Elizabeth, they met his wife's who had been watching him. Feeling guilty yet again, he dropped his gaze to the plate he held in his hand and took a bite of his bacon.

When the twins were finished eating, Elizabeth helped them out of their highchairs and handed their dirty plates to Jack. "I'm going to get them washed up and dressed," she said as she took their hands and headed for the stairs.

"Okay," Jack replied, putting the plates into the dishwasher. He turned around and watched Blake as he took his last bite of eggs. "We're going to church if you guys would like to join us."

"Ummm, I don't know," Becky replied.

"What's church?" Blake asked, being sure that he didn't have food in his mouth before asking.

"It's a place that people gather together to learn about God's word."

"God?"

Jack looked at Becky whose eyes were on her empty plate. "Yes, God created earth, animals, us. We also learn about His son, Jesus. We learn about all the different stories in the Bible."

"Peyton and Colton are going?" The intrigued little boy asked.

"Yes, they go to a room with other kids their age and do fun things and learn about Jesus."

"I want to go." He turned his head to Becky. "Can we go, Mommy? I want to go."

"Yes, you can go. You better go clean up though. And I'll be up to help you pick out something nice to wear."

"Okay," he practically shouted, sliding off the barstool.

When he was gone up the steps, Jack looked toward Becky. "You're welcome to join us, too."

She shrugged her shoulders. "God hasn't really been there for me my whole life, so I don't see the point."

Jack pulled a stool around and took a seat directly across from her. "Becky, God has always been there for you. You just didn't know what to look for."

"Really, where was He when my parents were killed?"

"Didn't he provide shelter, food, care...in the form of grandparents to raise you?" Jack asked.

Shaking her head, she continued. "And when I was alone...having a baby to raise?"

"He didn't give you the love of a child?"

Becky paused, her anger brewing. "So where is He now?!" she shouted. "Where is He when I really need Him? Why am I dying? He's a miraculous God; why doesn't He do one of His miracles now and heal me?"

Jack reached across the island and laid his hand on hers, which was trembling, so he squeezed it and held on tight. "Becky, I can't even begin to try to explain God's reasons for certain things. But I do know that God is not the one that brings on illness and death. But He will use a situation to show His glory. John 11:3 says, "So the sisters sent to him, saying, "Lord, he whom you love is ill." But when Jesus heard it he said, "This illness does not lead to death. It is for the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it." It is a story of Lazarus, a man that God loved. He did not save Lazarus, that's not what Lazarus needed. His greatest need was to see the glory of the Son of God."

"God loves us just the same, you and me, and His plan is the same for us both. Our stories will be unique to ourselves, but God's definition of love doesn't change. If you learn to love God's glory in your life...in both trials and victories...you will see what Jesus came to give. You will be free in the truest sense." Jack squeezed her hand once more, causing Becky to raise her gaze and meet his. "God loves you. Just as He loves me. Just as He loves Beth. It took me a long time to come around and see that. He forgave me long before I could forgive myself. But as long as I went without forgiving myself...I was just doubting the love of God. As soon as I realized that, I...I felt a release, a weight being lifted. A peace flowed through me like I'd never felt before." Jack paused, praying for the right words. "Becky, God does not want His people to suffer, but suffering happens just the same, so He uses the opportunities to show His love and his power."

A tear fell down Becky's cheek as she listened, a battle raging inside her while Jack spoke.

"Just because He doesn't heal you, doesn't mean He isn't listening. He gave you the strength to knock on our door. He gave me the most amazing woman that would accept Blake as her own. He brought you to us so that we can help you through this difficult time. To show you what God's works look like and to bring you to Him, so you'll have an eternal life in Heaven, free of pain and suffering."

Becky broke down with this, and Jack walked around the island, sat on the stool next to her and held her. "Join us today, please." He could feel Becky nod against his chest. "Good," Jack pulled back, holding her at arm's length." Let's get ready then. We need to leave in half an hour."

Becky nodded once more, wiping the moisture from her cheeks.

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Crossroads Cowboy Church

Becky stepped into the building, shocked at the sight...everyone looked like her. Jeans, dress shirts, the men held their hats in their hands. These were country folk just like her and she immediately felt at ease.

Frank and Charlotte approached the group of three adults and three children. Charlotte knelt in front of the kids, hugging each one. She held Blake's face in her hands, "It's so good to see you again, Blake." She pulled him into a tight hug then held him out to look at him once more. "Do you know who I am?"

Blake looked up to Becky, then back to Charlotte. "You're my daddy's mommy."

"That's right," she replied, smiling. "That makes me your grandma."

"My grandma?" Blake asked, his eyes widening.

Charlotte nodded, watching a light cover the little boy's face. He looked at Becky, who was smiling and nodding to him. He wrapped his arms around her once more. This time, Charlotte felt a difference in his affection. When he released her, Charlotte reached up for Frank's hand and pulled him closer. "Blake, this is your grandpa."

"Grandpa?" he asked, smiling ear to ear as Frank knelt in front of him. Blake wrapped his arms around Frank's neck and squeezed.

Becky's tears were flowing once again. She could see some of what Jack was talking about that morning, how God provides. He was giving her son a family that she had never been able to provide. Her own parents and grandparents gone, no siblings, no close cousins, she had been alone for so many years. Blake would never feel that emptiness. He would always know what a family was supposed to be like and would always know love. She covered her mouth with her hand, then felt Elizabeth's arms around her, holding her.

"He is forever a part of this family," Elizabeth whispered to her.

Becky nodded.

Frank and Charlotte both stood as he slipped his hand into hers. "I need to get up front," he said, kissing Charlotte's cheek and squeezing her hand.

Becky watched him as she wiped her face, her brow furrowed.

Seeing this, Charlotte answered Becky's unspoken question. "Frank's the pastor here. This is his church."

"Oh," was the only reply Becky could produce.

The group moved toward the front, taking their usual seats. They had now been joined by Tom and Sam and their kids. Then shortly after they sat, Rosemary, Lee and the girls joined them.

After the opening music, the kids were dismissed for Sunday School. Peyton took Blake's hand and led the way for their little group.

Frank stepped behind the mic; his worn leather Bible opened in his hand. He looked down at his notes, then to Becky. Becky felt an uneasiness wash over her, feeling the man's gaze bore clear to her soul. Frank looked back to his Bible, folded his notes and placed them in the back of the book. He pulled a piece of paper from behind the front cover, then looked over the congregation.

"I had a sermon planned today to speak about the book of Ruth. But...," he drew in a deep breath, "I've been moved to share something else." He unfolded the paper and flattened it against the yellowed pages. "A good friend of mine, a fellow pastor from Iowa, likes to write poems and shares them with me frequently. He emailed me this one months ago, and today I feel that I need to share it."

Frank acted as if he was trying to compose himself, as if he was trying to stave off tears. His family watched, shocked at this as Frank is always able to hold his emotions at bay...until he was alone. But now, he fought hard against the feelings that were threatening to overtake him.

"This is Godly Friendship, by my friend, Pastor Kerry Lake.
When life takes a turn, and tears your cheeks burn;
And your heart feels like it could break!
It is then time to praise, for all the good days;
And the blessings your life did partake!
For if you were not sad, all the blessings you had;
Would be just memories of days gone by;
Those blessings would be a waste, you no longer can taste;
And that fact should make us all cry!
To look back with a smile, on past days with no guile;
Is truly a gift from above!
To be surrounded by friends, until your journey ends;
Is a product of Jesus' great love!"

Frank's voice cracked, and he drew in a deep breath, blowing it out slowly, in order to continue.

"That fact is true, and folks just like you;
Have filled my life with such cheer!
You mean more than I can say; you helped me on my way;
Through you, our Lord has been near!
For though I am sad, because of you I am glad;
And I can look to the future with hope!
These tears will all dry, by His grace bye and bye;
For our friendship is eternal in scope!"

Frank finally looked up to find there wasn't a dry eye in his family group, and few members of the congregation. He slowly folded the paper and returned it to its keeping place at the front of his Bible.

Becky's emotions had taken full hold of her, her shoulders shook as she covered her face with her hands. Arms from either side of her engulfed her in love, as Charlotte and Elizabeth wrapped their arms around her. Becky laid her head against Elizabeth's shoulder as she let the tears flow. With each salty drop that fell down her cheek, a little piece of torture left her body. She could feel something inside her, something she'd never felt before, something she could not explain.

Something she didn't want to leave.

Frank scanned the congregation, his eyes stopping on Becky. He moved through his thoughts, organizing what he wanted to say, then began.

"A long time ago, back in early Biblical days, we got hooked on the theory that God punishes us when we're bad and rewards us when we're good. That sounds pretty good, until you consider that it's not exactly how God operates. Many folks have tried lots of arguments to prove it, but those arguments just don't work. Still, we seem to need a reason for our suffering, for our problems. God is convenient, so He gets the blame a lot. And why?

One: The need for punishment. We think God is reaching down and slapping us for being bad or for not being faithful enough. If we could just cross enough t's and dot all the i's, things would work out alright. If we could just get our act together, the good times would return and life would be a bed of roses.

Two: Because God is seen as arbitrary. There are some who believe that God dispenses good and bad on people with no apparent purpose or design. "I think I'll take this person's job away," God tells an angel. "And maybe I'll give this one a heart attack that'll disable him for the rest of his life." There's a giant dartboard up in heaven and God puts His hand over His eyes and throws a dart to determine fate.

Three: Because it seems that God doesn't really care. He lets these things happen because it doesn't matter to Him if we suffer. "God must be a terrible being if He let something like the Holocaust happen," is one usual line of reasoning. We can think of so much to blame God for, to curse Him for. Almost everyone, at some time or another, has looked skyward and uttered a frustrated "Why" at the Creator.

But we must understand that bad things don't happen because we're bad and good things don't happen because we're good. Remember what Jesus said in Matthew 5:45: "that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust."

But we're human, and we look at it from our standpoint. And from our standpoint it makes much more sense to work on the punishment and reward system. Just as we do with each other. But don't believe it.

I believe that part of our problem is the fact that we aren't willing to look deeply for answers to our "whys." It appears that it all may boil down to how we handle the situation. "Why me, Lord" isn't really the question. "What do you want me to do" is more like it."

Becky's attention was on Frank now, soaking in every word, trying to make sense of it all.

"When we ask "why me," we're trying to box God in, to make Him adhere to our ground rules. But He doesn't work that way. He knows more than we can ever know, He can see how we are blessed and can be blessed by what happens in our lives. "To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven."

The choosing of Esther as queen may have seemed strange to everyone, but God knew what was going to happen, and Mordecai understood that God knew. Esther had to learn the lesson.

The death of Lazarus seemed odd to the disciples and, I'm sure, to Martha and Mary. But Jesus knew better…it was for a purpose.

We won't always understand why God allows bad things to happen. Sometimes, we just don't need to understand. What we need to do is remember that God doesn't cause them, it's evil, sin, that causes them.

Let's be honest. The problems that we see in the world today with radical Islam can be traced back to sin. It all began with Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar, with someone trying to "help" God, but instead, gumming up the works.

The important thing to remember in times like these is how we react. How do we handle these situations, how much do we lean on God for guidance, comfort, and strength instead of blaming Him for not caring? How much do we let His light shine out to the world, let them see Him in our reactions?

It isn't about us; it's about God and about others. When they know how much we depend on God, when they see the strength we can draw from our faith, it might be the catalyst they need to move them in His direction.

"Why me, Lord?" Because You love me, because you want to see me grow in faith, hope, and love. Because You trust me and know that you can use me."

Charlotte was now holding Becky's left hand, Elizabeth holding her right, as Frank came to a close on his impromptu sermon. Becky's heart was racing, but at the same time she felt a calm over her. There was a love around her that she had never felt before. Even when her parents were alive, she felt loved, but this was different. An all-encompassing feeling of belonging to someone greater than her flowed through her; body and soul. Becky tried to hold back the tears that threatened to break free once more, but she was unsuccessful.

Frank closed the service and the praise band took the stage again, as Frank joined his family. The chair directly in front of Becky was empty and he took a seat, sitting sideways, placing his hand on her knee. Her swollen, bloodshot eyes were staring at him, as if asking, "how did you know?" The group bowed their heads, Tom and Sam were behind her, their hands on her shoulders. Lee and Rosie were beside Elizabeth and they laid their hands on their friend who in turn, had hers on Becky's arm. Jack had moved to the floor, kneeling beside Elizabeth, his hand on Becky's other knee. They each prayed silently, for peace, for healing, for God's will, as Frank prayed aloud.

When the music ended and the congregation picked up their items to leave, some turned and saw the group still around Becky. Many, even though they didn't know the purpose of the exhibition, joined them. Each laying their hands on the person in front of them. By the time they had finished, and they slowly began to stand, half the church was surrounding Becky in prayer. The woman looked up, and upon seeing this, began to weep uncontrollably.

Most of the people went on their ways, without asking a thing, but one woman approached Becky when the area had cleared. By now, the kids had returned and Becky was trying to hide her face from Blake.

"Who's this handsome young man?" Helen, a longtime member of the church, asked, looking down at Blake.

Jack stood behind him now and answered, "Helen, this is my son, Blake."

The older woman's eyes moved up to meet Jack's. The look behind them was not condemning or implicating or even judgmental in any way. But instead, filled with understanding. She looked at Becky and took the woman's hand in hers, "And how are you, Child?"

Becky grinned and replied, "I'm fine, ma'am."

"No, Child. You are not fine." The woman took Becky and led her to some nearby chairs. The pair lowered into the seats together. "You need prayer, Dear. You are battling a war of your own, aren't you?"

Becky nodded; the tears fresh on her cheeks once more.

Elizabeth took Blake's hand and led him and the other children outside to the playset and watched as they laughed and enjoyed the fresh air.

Inside, the woman spoke to Becky, with words that struck deep. Her heart settled as the woman spoke, telling her of God's love and His plan for her. She heard some of Jack's words echoed, as well as some of Frank's. Even pieces of the prayer he had just prayed over her were repeated in this woman's speech.

"You're sick, aren't you?" The woman finally asked.

Becky nodded.

"Oh, dear. You will know God at an intimate level soon. You are a lucky woman."

Becky's eyes narrowed, taken aback by this woman's comment.

Helen patted Becky's knee and explained. "You will be with the Lord. No pain. No worries. No cares. Only eternal peace and love and hope. Any person to be in the presence of the Lord is a very lucky person. You will know only the great love of God."

"How do you know that I will meet Him?"

"Child, the Lord is with you now. You can feel Him. I know you can. He will remain with you through your journey, however long or short it may be. He will be there to guide you home when your time here is finished."

"But I have not lived a faithful life. I have been angry at God for most of it."

"God doesn't care about old hearts. He only cares about your renewed heart. You are His child and he will bring you home."

Frank and Charlotte, who had been standing back and listening, joined the pair now. "She's right, Becky," Frank added. "God only wants you to run to Him with a renewed spirit and mind. He will be by your side the entire time."

Charlotte sat down on the other side of Becky, holding her free hand in hers. "We are also here with you. We will answer any questions you may have. We will help you with anything you need. Spiritually, physically, emotionally. Anything we can do...we will."

"Thank you, Charlotte." Becky looked around her. Jack, Tom, Sam, Rosemary and Lee had joined the group now. "Thank you, everyone. I don't know what..." Her voice trailed off and cracked from the permanent lump that had formed in her throat.

"We're here for you, Becky," Jack said, laying his hand on her shoulder.

The women stood, allowing Becky the freedom to embrace everyone around her, thanking them for all they had done. Helen rejoined her husband, and the couple left for home. The Thorntons cleared out, moving their group outside so Frank could lock up. They joined Elizabeth and the kids at the playground and let them enjoy their time for a few more minutes.

Lunch at The Jukebox was planned and everyone loaded into their respective vehicles and made their way across town to the small, 60's themed restaurant. Frank knew the owners and they had over half the dining room tables pushed together before their arrival. With black and white checkered floors, red and white vinyl booths and chairs, neon lights, turquoise walls, and old tin signs, it couldn't get any more retro. The kids looked and pointed out all the cool fixtures and lights, while Tom, Lee and Jack checked out the newer jukebox that was loaded with a variety of CDs. They dropped in several quarters and made their selections before returning to their seats.

With the music playing softly in the background, conversations flowed throughout the group. Becky's attention was torn between the women talking about Rosemary's pregnancy and the men discussing an upcoming rodeo.

"Where's the rodeo?" Becky joined in.

"Jeff City," Lee answered.

"How far is that from here?"

"Oh, it's about a three-hour drive," Tom replied.

"Blake would love to watch you guys if you don't mind if we tag along."

"Of course not," Jack said. "It's always a family affair now for the local shows."

Plans were made, delicious burgers and fries were consumed, many chocolate shakes were drunk, as the family enjoyed some much-needed light-hearted moments.

***Sermon by Scott White on sermon central dot com - Poem by Pastor Kerry Lake***

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May 1st, 2014 – Southern Missouri Cancer Center, Springfield, Missouri

Jack, Elizabeth and Becky sat in the waiting room at the cancer center, where Jack had called in a favor to get a second opinion for Becky. Oncologist, Dr. Jeremy White, was a longtime friend of Jack's and had worked her into his schedule right away. With her blood work and PET scan already done the day before, they were meeting with the doctor to get his opinion and see if there were any treatment options.

Hearing Becky's name called, they stood and followed the receptionist back to an office at the end of the hall. They walked into a room that was brightly lit by a wall of windows behind a light-colored desk. Becky and Elizabeth sat down in the provided chairs in front of the desk while Jack stood behind his wife, his hands resting on her shoulders.

They heard the door behind them open and Jack turned to see Jeremy enter the room.

"Hello, Jack," he said, holding his hand out to Jack. "It's been a long time. How have you been?"

"I've been good. How's your family?"

The doctor walked around his desk as he answered, "Stacey is well. Bethany is married now."

"Wow, that's unbelievable." Jack returned his hands to Elizabeth's shoulders. "This is my wife, Elizabeth. And this is Becky Hardin."

"Hello, ladies. Very nice to meet you." The doctor typed something into his computer and pulled up her scans and blood work, reading over them once more. He placed his hands on the desk, interlocking his fingers, and looked at Becky. "I'm very sorry that I don't have better news."

All three felt their hearts sink and their stomachs churn as they listened to the doctor.

"I'm afraid that your other doctor was correct. The cancer has spread into your liver, lungs and lymph nodes. It's inoperable. We can try chemo and radiation, but I'm afraid it would only give you, maybe, another month. But you'd spend it in bed, sick from the treatments." Dr. White paused for a moment, letting them mull over the information. "It's up to you, though. We'll do what we can."

Becky was looking down at her hands when she felt Jack's hand move onto her shoulder. He now had one on his wife and one on Becky. A tear fell down her cheek as she looked up at the doctor. "I don't want treatment."

The doctor nodded. "Okay. Have you been having much pain yet?"

"I've been having a lot of headaches and just started having some back pain."

Dr. White pulled out a pad from his desk drawer and began writing on it. "We'll get you started on a pain treatment to keep you as comfortable as possible. If you need something stronger, please don't hesitate to call me."

Jack reached out and took the paper, "Thanks, Jeremy."

"How much time do I have?" Becky asked, straightening in her seat.

Dr. White leaned back into his chair and clasped his hands together across his stomach. "Taking in all the information that you've told me and what I see on the scans...I'm sorry...but not long. Maybe a month, maybe less."

Becky was just sitting still, nodding, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. She swallowed, unable to wet her dry throat.

"I know this isn't what you wanted to hear, but I'm not going to sugarcoat anything. I have found that the blunt truth in situations like this is the best. The pain will increase quickly as the tumor grows and presses on nerves and other organs. Your energy levels will fluctuate for a little while, but then you'll wake up one day, unable to get out of bed. You won't be able to live by yourself, you'll need a lot of help."

"She's staying with us," Jack responded.

"Good. That's really good," the doctor responded, leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk again.

They visited a little while longer, going over other symptoms she may experience and what medicines she could take to help with the different stages. Becky sat quietly while Jack and Elizabeth asked questions. The feeling of DeJa'Vu flooding through her as she listened to all the same information over again.

When the group left and walked toward the SUV, Elizabeth laid her arm across Becky's shoulders. "We'll be with you through all of this."

Finally making eye contact, Becky looked at Elizabeth, smiled and nodded.

"Let's get home so you can spend some time with Blake."

"Yes, I would like that," Becky responded.

They rode home in silence, their hopes deflated by the news from Dr. White. Plans would need to be made for Becky for the day that she would no longer be able to get around on her own. No one in the vehicle was ready to discuss that just yet. Thoughts swirled around everyone's minds, replaying the news from the doctor, thinking of the days to come, wondering how they would explain all of this to an innocent four-year-old. An hour later when they arrived home, Jack put the vehicle in park, and the three of them sat in silence for a few minutes before getting out and going inside to see the children and Charlotte.

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May 5th, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

Elizabeth parked her SUV in the garage, removed some bags from the backseat, and carried them into the house. She stopped and listened from the kitchen; the house was silent. She set the bags on the island and proceeded up the stairs, checking the kids' rooms; empty. As she headed back to the stairs, she noticed their bedroom door was closed and walked to it. As she pushed it open, soft music floated out and the room was lit by the warm glow of what looked like hundreds of candles.

She stepped inside and looked around for Jack, but he was nowhere to be found. As she entered the bathroom, she saw Jack standing next to the filled tub, holding a single red rose in his hand, wearing only his Wranglers. Rose petals and bubbles floated across the top of the water. Flickering warm flames from more candles reflected in each bubble, making the bath look as if it was covered in thousands of gold flakes. With his free hand tucked behind his back and a smile on his face, he slowly crossed the room, stopping directly in front of her. He handed her the rose, moved both hands to cup her face, and kissed her softly, gently, passionately.

"What's going on?" she asked, smelling the beautiful flower.

"Today is ours," he simply said, taking her hand and leading her to the middle of the room.

"Where is everybody?"

"With Ma."

He took the rose and laid it on the sink, then proceeded to gradually unbutton her shirt, taking his time, kissing her soft skin as he opened her shirt. Pushing it off her shoulders, he let it drop to the floor into a small pile at her feet. He took her face once more, kissing her harder, his appetite for her growing by the second. Elizabeth moved her hands along his bare back, feeling his muscles flex with each movement. He ran his fingers along the edge of her hair, pushing it back, then pressed his lips to her neck, leaving a wet trail with his tongue up to the base of her ear.

With all other thoughts pushed out of their minds, no one else around, no time frame, they took their time with each other. With all of her clothes now on a heap on the floor, she turned her attention to his jeans. With them unbuttoned and unzipped, she began to ease them over his hips then looked down.

"Whoa, Cowboy. Nothin' under these?"

"I was just going to be in my birthday suit, but you seem to really have an affection for Wranglers...so..." He winked and wiggled his eyebrows, then pushed his jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.

Jack was in the tub, his back against the curved form of the acrylic, Elizabeth's back against his chest. He held up the sponge and squeezed it, watching the water drip onto her chest and run down between her breasts, bubbles floating along the stream. He followed the damp trail with his finger, stopping and circling each nipple on the way down. His knee was bent up and Elizabeth's fingers brushed across it and she slid her hand along his inner thigh. Reaching behind her back, she began to gently stroke his already erect shaft, making him more rigid and engorged. Jack pressed his palm against her stomach and gliding downward across her wet skin, he curled his fingers over her, grazing her aching flesh as she lifted her hips against him.

After several minutes of pleasuring each other, Elizabeth rolled over and moved up his body until hers covered his, her flat stomach against his abs, her breasts against his pecs, her soft lips meeting his. Jack grabbed her butt, then moved his hands down to the backs of her thighs. He gripped them and brought her legs forward, straddling his hips. With her in the perfect position, he lifted her and brought her down around him, taking him inside her completely. She wrapped her arms around his neck, releasing a throaty moan as she felt him fill her. Her body was already pulsating with pleasure and with him now inside her, her entire body felt as if it was on fire. Every nerve ending raw at attention, every muscle tense, her fevered flesh burning.

As Elizabeth called out in pleasure as the climax came at her in drugging swells, Jack continued to rock his hips, extending her gratification, sending wave after wave crashing through her. He kissed the slender column of her throat as she relaxed against him, trying to catch her breath and delighting in the aftermath of the high caused by this drug, she had no wish to kick. Jack's hands were now deep in her hair as he pulled her down, capturing her lips fully with his, his hunger for her evident in the driving force of his kisses and his hips.

He picked up his rhythm, throbbing inside her against the tightness around him. Elizabeth was matching his cadence now, her fingers wrapped in his hair, her lips covering his. Elizabeth tipped her head back as she climaxed again. Jack joined her this time, burying his face into her neck, his arms and hands flat against her back, holding her against him.

As the rush began to fade, Elizabeth slipped down into the water alongside Jack's body, her leg crossing his, his hand on her thigh, her cheek against his shoulder. Jack lifted his other hand from her back and pulled her hair from her neck and face, dropping it across her shoulder.

They soaked in each other's embrace until the water grew cool, then Jack lifted her out. They dried each other off, then Elizabeth led him to the bed, pushing him back onto the mattress. They made love two more times that afternoon, reveling in the appreciation and passion that they held for each other. Their own private connection to a oneness that few couples shared, but many dreamed of knowing.

…..

May 10th, 2014 - Jefferson County Rodeo

Jack knelt in front of Blake, his hands on his son's arms. "Do you know what mutton busting is?"

Blake, always smiling, shook his head.

"Well, it's kind of like bull riding for little kids like you, but it's on sheep." He watched his son's eyes double in size as he explained it. "Would you like to try it today?"

"Really?" Jack had never seen the boy's smile as large as it was at that moment.

Jack returned the smile, holding back a laugh. "Yes. They are signing up for it right now if you want to."

Blake looked at his mother, who was sitting on the bleacher beside him. "Can I, Mommy?"

She nodded and smiled, "Of course, you can."

Jack stood and held his hand out, "Let's get you signed up then, Cowboy." Blake eagerly put his hand in his daddy's and jumped off the bleacher, landing beside that man that loomed over him. "How about you, Austin? Want to try out the mutton busting?"

Austin stared at Jack, shaking his head.

"Are you sure?" Jack asked again.

His nephew looked back and forth between his parents, and then to his older brother.

"Go ahead if you want to," Tom said. "Luke is too old, so it would just be you."

Austin shrugged his shoulders.

"Ride with me," Blake pleaded. "It will be fun."

Austin stared at his cousin for a brief moment, then stood. "Okay."

"I want to ride," Peyton called out from Charlotte's arms.

"You're too young. You can ride next year, sweetie," Charlotte said.

Peyton's bottom lip was stuck way out in her classic pouting face and she crossed her arms hard across her chest and let out a loud "humph." "Fine!" she said shortly.

Tom, with Austin in tow, followed Jack to the sign-up table. When they were finished, they joined the mass of children that waited for instructions, safety gear, and their turns.

Austin was up just before Blake, and the Thorntons watched from the edge of their seats as Tom gave his son instructions, shoved his fingers into the wool, double checked his safety helmet, then signaled the gateman that he was ready. The gate swung open and the sheep bolted from its hold and took off straight across the arena toward the rest of the herd that had already gone, gathered at the opposite end. Austin held on for five of the six seconds before falling off and rolling through the dirt.

Tom was quickly at his side, pulling him to his feet and patting him on the back. When the helmet was removed, the family could see the smile across the boy's face.

Becky and Elizabeth both nervously watched when it was time for Blake. Elizabeth watched her husband as Jack proudly and excitedly gave Blake instructions and tips. A smile formed across her face when she saw the happiness in Jack's.

"Hold on tight like this," Jack said, curling Blake's fingers into the wool on either side of the sheep's neck. "Squeeze with your legs," he added, pushing the boy's legs into the sheep's sides. "Keep your mouth closed tight around the mouthguard and don't let go until you hear the buzzer."

Blake nodded; his heart felt as if it would burst from his chest. Jack could feel his son shaking from excitement.

"Take a deep breath," Jack whispered into the helmet. He saw Blake draw in an exaggerated breath. "You can do this. Don't let go. You only have to stay on for six seconds."

Blake looked up at Jack, "But bull riders have to last eight seconds."

Jack laughed, "Yes, that's right. But you only have to go for six today." He squeezed Blake's fingers once more. "Are you ready?"

Blake gave a quick nod, just like a bull rider. Jack straightened, and nodded at the gateman.

The gate was opened and the sheep took off, zig zagging back and forth instead of an easy straight line, but Blake held on. Jack watched in awe, his eyes wide, as his son never wavered. The buzzer sounded but Blake held on...for two more seconds. Jack counted.

He ran across the arena to his son as Blake stood and dusted himself off. Jack grabbed him and spun him around, then lifted him onto his shoulder.

"Four-year-old Blake Thornton everybody," the announcer shouted. "I think we have a future bull rider here; he rode for eight seconds."

Blake listened as cheers filled the air. He raised his arms up and waved both hands back and forth. Becky watched, her hand over her mouth, tears falling down her cheeks. She was thankful that she was able to see Blake living his best life at the moment. She knew he'd be just like his father and ride bulls, and she was okay with that. She raised her hand into the air and waved back to the little boy that was grinning ear to ear, patting his daddy on his shoulder as Jack carried him out of the arena.

After all the kids received a trophy and Blake accepted his trophy that was almost as tall as he was, they rejoined the family on the bleachers where both boys were celebrated, hugged, and loved. Austin was just as excited about his little trophy as Blake was with his huge one.

Jack pulled Lee aside, "Did you see that?"

Lee was grinning at his friend's excitement. "I sure did. You're gonna have your hands full, Brother. You've got a little mini-me there."

Jack nodded, "That boy is going to go far."

Lee placed his arm across Jack's shoulder and walked him back to the group, "Just like you, Jacko."

Blake was on his mother's lap now and Colton ran up to Jack. Jack scooped him up and held him as the little boy wrapped his arms around his daddy's neck.

"Can I do that?" he asked, his big eyes pleading.

"Of course, you can," Jack answered, smiling. "But you have to wait until next year when you're older."

"Otay," Colt replied, kissing his daddy's cheek.

Jack sat down next to Elizabeth, keeping Colton on his lap. Peyton was on her mommy's lap and was leaning toward Jack, her little lips puckered as big as she could. Jack leaned forward and kissed her.

"Love you, Daddy," she said, leaning into Elizabeth's arm.

"Love you, too, Pey Pey." Jack leaned to Elizabeth, kissing her cheek. "Love you, too, Mommy."

….

Savannah was brushing out Cash, who was tied to the trailer. Lee and Jack were saddling their horses, while Blake, Noel, and the twins watched from a safe distance. Elizabeth was standing behind the kids, next to Becky, when Jack approached them.

Even now, when Jack saw the two of them together, his heart would sometimes sink. Always remembering what he'd done, always thinking of his betrayal, always trying to forgive himself. Suddenly, he'd realized that he hadn't truly forgiven himself completely. This brought him back to his conversation with Becky the week prior, regarding his lack of trust in the Lord if he couldn't even forgive himself. How was he showing his love and trust in Christ right now, with guilt flooding through him. Deciding it was time to let it go, once and for all, he took a good look at the women before him, reminded himself that God and Elizabeth had forgiven him, then forgave himself. Fully and truly forgiven. He would bother himself with this no more. He wasn't that same man. He was a new man. A man of God. A man of faith.

A new smile crossed his face as he walked up to Elizabeth. Wrapping his arm around her, he planted a huge kiss on her lips, dipping her back slightly. Becky stepped out of the way and let out a loud laugh. The three kids all turned, and as if on cue, all said "Ewwwww!"

"What was that for?" Elizabeth asked, straightening her shirt when he released her.

"Renewed life," he answered, smiling big, his dimples deep. He hugged her again, his mouth by her ear, and explained in a whisper. "Forgiving oneself gives a new outlook on life."

Elizabeth tightened her arms around him, softly replying in his ear, "It's about time."

Jack pulled back and looked into her eyes. And as he does most times when he's with his wife, he forgot everything and everyone around him. Cupping her face with his hands, he took her lips with his. A fiery, passion filled, imperative kiss sent a tingling numbness through both of their bodies until they came up for air.

"You are my life," Jack said, his forehead against hers. "I wouldn't be able to breathe without you."

"Oh, you'd find a way," she teased.

Jack opened his eyes and lifted his head. "No...I wouldn't."

"Jack..."

"Beth."

She knew to leave well enough alone as she looked into his dark eyes. The sunlight was hitting them in such a way that the gold flakes stood out against the hazel, almost like the gold you'd see in a miners pan after striking it rich.

They heard someone clear their throat and turned their heads to find Lee standing next to them. "Well, welcome back to earth, you two," Lee joked.

"Yes, Lee?" Jack asked, a slight irritation in his tone.

"Well, you see. We came here to do this little team roping competition thing. You know...no big deal. But...they're getting ready to start." Lee spoke more with his hands than his mouth as he twirled his fingers in a circle, then waved them out to the side, then pointed behind Jack.

"What?" Jack asked, looking toward the arena and seeing them loading a steer into the chute.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" He asked loudly. Kissing her quickly on the cheek, Jack ran to Jake and jumped on without even using the stirrup.

Lee attempted the same thing, but missing the stirrup sent him face first into his saddle. Jack, Elizabeth, Becky, even the kids, erupted into laughter as the red-faced Lee mounted his horse.

As Jack rode by Elizabeth, he bent down and kissed her again. "You know, they're having the barrel buddy race here today," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What? No. We haven't practiced that in months."

"I have faith in you. I'll sign us up," he said as he kicked Jake into a run before she could protest.

"Jack!" But she went unheard as the two men rode around the arena to the holding area.

"What was that about?" Becky asked, taking Blake's hand and walking toward the bleachers.

"We had practiced this winter for that barrel buddy pick up and I guess they are having it here today. Jack thinks we should do it."

"That's a blast to watch. You should do it."

"We haven't tried it in months. I'll probably fall flat on my face."

Becky grinned as she lifted Blake onto the bottom bench. "Somehow, I get the feeling that Jack won't let that happen."

Elizabeth knew she was right and threw her hands up in defeat.

With everyone now situated in their seats; Peyton on Sam's lap, Colton on Frank's lap, Blake leaning against Charlotte's knees, Noel on Elizabeth's lap and Autumn on Rosie's, they were ready to cheer on their cowboys.

Savannah, Austin and Luke were lined along the bottom bench next to Tom, and Becky was seated next to Charlotte. They watched and cheered as seven teams went ahead of Jack and Lee. At one point, Elizabeth leaned forward to Tom, "You know, Lee probably signed the two of you up for the buddy barrel."

"They're having that here today?"

Elizabeth grinned and nodded.

"Are you and Jack?"

"I guess so," she answered, shrugging.

"Well, then, you two will have some real competition," he teased.

She held out her hand, "Game on?"

Tom shook it, "Game on."

As they watched another team make their attempt at the fastest time, a woman approached Becky, looking at her with a sideways glance. "Becky? Is that you?"

"Diane? Hi," she said, jumping up from her seat, joining the woman on the ground. They hugged each other as the family watched, wondering who this woman was.

"Where have you been? No one's heard from you in what...almost four years?" A look of concern painted her face as she looked at Becky's thin frame and sunken cheeks. "Are you alright?"

Becky just smiled and pointed toward Blake who had moved to Elizabeth's lap. "That's my son, Blake."

Diane covered her mouth, her eyes narrowing in a smile. "He's adorable," she said, looking at the family, at Colton, then back to Blake. "Just the one is yours?" she asked.

"Yes, just Blake." She didn't offer any more information to her friend.

"So, what are you doing here? I thought you lived in Oklahoma."

"I did. I just moved to Missouri recently. I'm here with...," she hesitated, trying to find the right way to explain. "I'm with the Thorntons, Jack Thornton's family."

Diane's eyes widened at this news as she looked at the family. She thought that Blake had looked familiar and now she knew why. "You're with Jack Thornton's family?"

Becky nodded.

Diane took Becky's arm and took a few steps away from the bleachers. "Is that his kid?" she asked quietly.

Becky nodded again.

"Oh my God, Becky. You had Jack Thornton's kid? So, you finally got his attention and he married you?"

"No, Diane. It's nothing like that."

"Then tell me what it's like. I haven't heard from you in years, and when I finally do see you, you have Jack's kid and you look like shit."

Becky looked to the family, closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, then returned her gaze to Diane. "Before Jack started dating his now wife, we had a fling. I got pregnant but when I went to tell him, I found out that he was engaged. I wasn't going to cause them problems so I kept it to myself. Jack didn't even know until a few weeks ago."

"And now you're cozied up to the entire family? That doesn't make any sense."

"I have cancer, Diane. I'm dying."

Diane went silent, looking into her friend's face, now seeing even more evidence of her illness. "What?" she finally said, the word sticking in her throat.

"I have stage four pancreatic cancer. Jack is taking Blake to raise after I'm gone. The entire family is helping me through this."

"My God, Becky. I...I don't know what to say." She wrapped her arms around her friend, hugging her tight, not wanting to let go. "I'm so sorry," she whispered in her ear. "I'm so sorry." When she let go and stepped back, she kept her hands on Becky's arms. "There's some other gals here that I know would love to see you. Candace, Jen, Amanda...they're all here."

"That would be great. I would love to see them."

"I'll bring them by later. You'll be right here?"

"Yes. Thank you, Diane." She squeezed the woman's hand, remembering their friendship that she'd treasured for so many years. "It's really good to see you."

"You, too," she said as she hugged her again. "I'll see you in a little while."

Becky watched as Diane walked away, taking another deep breath before returning to her seat.

"Was that a friend of yours?" Charlotte asked as Becky sat down next to her.

"Yes, a very good friend that I haven't seen in a long time."

"That's good that you got to see her," Charlotte added, patting Becky's leg.

It was finally Jack and Lee's turn and they guided their horses into the pens, turned them around, and backed them into the corners. Lee watched and as soon as the steer was ready, he nodded his head, circled the rope above him, kicked Cisco into a full run, and released the rope before he even cleared the pen. The steer was caught and Lee veered Cisco to the left, pulling the steer around just as Jack tossed his rope. The loop went under the animal's back legs as Jack pulled the rope and dallied it around the saddle horn. Pulling Jake to a sliding stop, he watched as Lee spun Cisco around, the steer suspended between them, stopping the clock.

"Whoa!" The announcer yelled. "I don't know if you folks realize who we have here. But this is Jack Thornton and Lee Coulter, both retired bull riders of the PBR. Jack is a three-time world champion and I'd say these two are on their way there with team roping. Their time is 3.8! Jack is the father of the future bull rider that we saw win the mutton busting," he added.

The crowd went wild as they listened to the announcer. The time they had to beat had been 4.7 and they just smashed it by almost an entire second. The guys loosened their ropes and waited for the men to remove them from the steer. Once free, they flipped and looped their ropes back up into a circle and hung them on their saddle horns. They rode out of the arena, side by side, smiles as big as a child's on Christmas morning, their hands on each other's shoulders.

After their horses were put away, they walked over the bleachers where their families were waiting to celebrate with them.

"We've still got some time before Savannah rides so we're taking everyone to get a bite to eat while we wait," Charlotte told Jack when everyone was done congratulating the men. "Do you want anything?"

Jack's gaze moved to Elizabeth, then back to his mother. "No, I'm good," he answered, trying to hide his grin.

Not going unnoticed by Charlotte, she gave him a look, then turned and took the hands of Peyton and Colton and started to the concession stand. As everyone began walking that way, Jack snuck up beside Elizabeth and slid his hand into hers, pulling her back, away from the family.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he spun her around and put his hand behind her back, leading Elizabeth away.

"Look around," he said, walking quickly toward the trailer.

"What?" she asked, glancing behind them.

As they rounded the trailer, Jack turned her again, facing him this time, and pushed her back against the metal. "We're alone."

Elizabeth's eyes widened and a smile filled her face as she moved her arms around his neck. Jack pressed his entire body against hers, his arms rested on either side of her head against the trailer. He pressed his lips to hers and they let themselves feel every emotion and desire that they'd been holding back. Jack stepped back, grabbed her hand, and led her into the trailer, locking the door behind them. Elizabeth's hands were all over him when he turned around, removing his clothes as fast as she could. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt without unbuttoning it and began to lift it over his head. Jack unbuttoned the cuffs and pulled it the rest of the way off, tossing it on the floor. Then he started on hers, making quick work of her jeans and V-neck T-shirt. Leaving their items in heaps across the floor as they finished undressing one another, Jack wrapped one arm around her waist and gripped her thigh with his free hand, lifted her and carried her to the couch.

They laid in each other's arms as Elizabeth traced the edges of his abs with her fingertip. Jack ran his fingers through her hair and breathed deeply in the fragrance of her shampoo and perfume mixed with the musky scent of their time together.

A knock on the door sent the two almost falling off of the couch as they scrambled to their feet. Elizabeth grabbed a nearby blanket and held it in front of her. Jack picked up a pillow and held it in front of his waist as he unlocked the door and cracked it slightly.

"There you are...oh, ummm...sorry, Jacko," Lee said as he lowered his gaze. "Your mom sent me to find you."

"Okay," Jack replied in a low laugh. "Let her know what we'll be right over."

"Right," he said as he spun around and walked away.

Jack closed the door and locked it again. When he turned, Elizabeth was already half dressed and her cheeks were a bright red. He crossed the room and tossed the pillow back onto the couch. With her wearing only her underwear and T-shirt, Jack slid his hands across the skin at her waist and encircled her with his strong arms, pulling her tightly against him. He bent his head down, and covering her lips with his, he kissed her with the same passion as a few moments earlier.

"We need to get going," she said, as she leaned back, looking into his eyes. The flame of desire that was in them had not diminished, even with the time they had just spent together. If anything, it was burning hotter.

"They can wait," he said, kissing her once more.

Her knees felt weak and the hundreds of butterflies that resided in her stomach were going crazy as they always did with a simple touch from her husband. People say that as years pass, their passion fades, they even grow complacent with one another. But not for Jack and Elizabeth. Their passion has only grown more intense and wilder as time has gone by. They could never get enough of each other.

Elizabeth's hands were pressed into his back, her fingers digging into his soft flesh. Jack moved his hands into her hair, gripping and pulling her tighter, his lips and tongue hot and wet against hers. When they both felt their lungs burning from lack of air, Jack finally released her as they sucked in hard breaths.

"We should go," Jack finally said, releasing a hard, frustrated breath. "We'll pick this up again tonight."

Elizabeth nodded as he kissed her again, neither wanting to let go.

Freshened up, dressed, hair fixed, and breaths and heartbeats returned to normal, they walked hand in hand back to the family. Tom and Lee were both grinning and raising their eyebrows as the couple took a seat. Jack shot them a "knock it off" look, then caught his mother giving him the "seriously?" look. Feeling scolded by his mother once more, Jack dropped his gaze and his cheeks took on a crimson color. Elizabeth wouldn't look at anyone, for fear of her face taking on the hue of her red shirt.

It was time for the barrels and Tom and Rosemary were back with Savannah, helping her prepare for her ride. She was eleventh on the roster and very nervous for her first Junior PRCA ride. She was up against some girls that had been racing for years and were very good, and her anxiety was getting the better of her. Rosemary was trying to give her some tips to help calm her, but she wasn't sure if they were helping Savannah.

When it was her turn, Tom led Cash to the starting area, then laid his hand on her knee to get her attention.

"You will do just fine. Don't worry about those other girls. Just ride for you," he signed to his daughter.

Savannah nodded.

"We love you."

She did the one-handed sign for "I love you" by holding her hand up and folding down her middle and ring fingers, keeping the others straight up.

Taking Cash's reins up, she turned him around and moved him closer to the gate. They started back in the make-shift tunnel at these rodeos, not inside the arena. When Cash would enter through the gate, he would already be running at full speed. Knowing this, the horse began to prance in place, waiting for his cue to go. When Savannah felt that she was ready, she loosened the reins, giving Cash his mouth, kicked him, and leaned forward.

The horse tore through the alley, entering the arena at top speed, as Savannah guided him to the first barrel. They made it around the first one perfectly, and the second. Kicking him to run faster, they quickly arrived at the third barrel, looking as if they just might take the lead. But as Savannah turned Cash around the barrel, they cut a little too sharply and her leg caught the edge of the rim, knocking it over and adding a five second penalty to their time.

Everyone could see Savannah's head drop as she and the horse crossed the arena and out through the gate. She pulled him to a stop at the end of the alley where Tom and Rosie were waiting. Tom grabbed the rein to get control over the horse and looked up to find his daughter crying.

"No," he said to her. "We will not cry. This is part of the sport. We praise Him when we win, we praise Him when we lose."

Savannah swallowed hard and wiped her face. Nodding, she choked back her tears and said a prayer of thanks to God.

"You did great, honey," Tom signed as they left the area and headed back to the trailers. "Even the best riders knock over a barrel now and then. Don't let that get you down."

Savannah nodded and replied with, "Yes, Daddy."

"That was wonderful," Rosemary signed when Savannah looked her way.

"Thank you. But the barrel."

"Do you have any idea how many barrels I've knocked over?"

Savannah shook her head.

"Tons," Rosemary added, with a smile on her face.

Savannah finally smiled a genuine smile as she began to relax.

They returned to the family as they watched the rest of the barrel racers. Even with the penalty, Savannah still came in seventh place, making her feel much better about her ride.

"Okay, everyone that signed up for the barrel buddies, start heading over to the starting gate," the announcer called out.

"That's us," Jack said, jumping to his feet and handing Colton to Frank. Elizabeth moved Blake from her lap as Jack took her hand and helped her down the bleachers.

"I don't know about this, Jack."

Jack wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. After kissing her, he said, "You'll be just fine. I won't let anything happen to you. Just wrap your arm around my neck.

Elizabeth nodded, then walked with Jack to get Jake, followed by Tom and Lee. Once Jack and Lee were on their horses, they rode around to the starting gate of the arena. Tom and Elizabeth joined the growing crowd of people that would be taking turns on the pick-up barrel. Elizabeth was the only woman there.

"Well, guys, it looks like we've got a little girlie here that thinks she can out cowboy us," a cowboy that Elizabeth had never met said.

"Stephen, that's Jack Thornton's wife," another one announced.

"Oh," Stephen replied, nothing else to say.

Tom chuckled when the men all took a step back from her, knowing the reputation that Jack had around the rodeo. Elizabeth just rolled her eyes and waited her turn.

The Thorntons watched, cheered and laughed as each team took their turns. Some made it, a few fell, and one crossed the timer hanging off the side of the horse.

It was Tom and Lee's turn and Tom was standing on the barrel, his arm stretched out, watching for Lee. Lee and Cisco came running in at full speed and turned around the barrel like a barrel horse. Tom had his arm hooked around Lee's shoulders and pulled himself onto the back of the horse that never slowed. They crossed the timer at 7.8 seconds, moving them into first place.

Tom slid off the back of the horse then slapped Lee's hand, high fiving each other.

"Now, that's how it's done," Lee shouted to anyone that was listening.

Jack was up next as he circled Jake around, getting the horse settled how he wanted. When he saw Elizabeth poised on the barrel with her arm out, he let the horse go and kicked him into a run. Jack's gaze never left his wife. Even from this distance, he could see that she was nervous and her arm was shaking. As he turned the horse around the barrel and felt her arm close around his neck, Jack grabbed her arm and kept a tight grip.

Elizabeth's legs swung out and over the horse, almost repeating their little mishap from months prior. But Elizabeth caught the side of Jake with one foot and pulled herself down in place, settling in behind Jack. Jack pulled Jake around when they reached the end, never letting go of Elizabeth's arm. He slid it down to his waist and locked his fingers with her.

"7.9 seconds," was announced over the speakers.

"Oh!" Lee shouted from atop Cisco. "We got you guys."

Jack laughed as he watched Lee and Tom high five each other again. "Good job, guys. We'll get you next time." He felt Elizabeth nuzzle into the back of his neck and a tingling sensation rushed through him. "Beth."

"Yes?" she said into his neck, her warm breath causing the hairs on his arms to stand.

"If you don't stop that, we'll have to take a detour to the trailer again."

He felt the damp warmth of her lips on his skin and he quickly turned the horse to leave.

"Hey, Jacko. Where ya goin'?" Lee called out.

"To celebrate," Jack replied over his shoulder.

"To celebrate?" Lee asked quietly to himself. "Oh, good grief," he yelled, but not in time for Jack to hear.

Jake was in a run, as Jack steered him toward the trailer. Both of Elizabeth's arms were tightly wrapped around Jack's waist, holding on for dear life. When he reached it, he pulled Jake to a stop, grabbed Elizabeth's arm and lowered her to the ground, slid off the horse, then grabbed his wife. Facing Jack, Elizabeth stepped back as Jack pushed her toward the horse, pressing her against Jake's side. Jack's lips were covering hers now, his tongue dancing with hers.

Elizabeth placed her hands on Jack's shoulders and pushed him back. "Bull riding is going to start soon and you know Blake will be looking for you to watch it with him."

Jack let out a hard breath and rested his face into her neck. She was still pressed against the horse, and Elizabeth could feel Jake shaking his shoulder repeatedly, trying to get her hair off of it, which was tickling him. Jack tightened his arms around her waist as he began to kiss her neck. Elizabeth leaned her head to the side, inviting Jack in.

Pushing him back, he patted her hands on his shoulders, "We need to stop before we can't."

"I know," he agreed, stepping back and facing the trailer. He walked to Jake's head and Elizabeth could see that Jack was doing something in the front area of his jeans.

"Some adjustments needed?" she teased.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, giving his jeans one more big tug as he shook his leg to the side. Taking Jake's reins, he pulled the bridle off and slipped the halter that was already tied to the trailer, over the horse's head.

Elizabeth was giggling now and shaking her head at her husband. "Jack, you are just...just a..."

"Yes?" he asked, moving to her and enveloping her in his arms. "I'm just what?"

Elizabeth moved her arms around his neck. "You're just a..."

Jack took her mouth with his, not letting her finish, his tongue sweeping along hers.

"What was that?" he asked, pulling his head back.

"Oh, Jack." She slapped his arm and ducked out of his arms. "Let's go before your mom gives us the evil eye again."

"Yeah, she seems to always know what we're doing, doesn't she?"

Lee and Tom ended up with the fastest time on the barrel buddy's race. When Jack and Elizabeth took their seats, Lee could be heard bragging about beating the great Jack Thornton.

As the bull riding began, Blake moved onto Jack's lap. He talked about every rider nonstop during the first few, then he went quiet. Unable to keep his eyes off the event, his gaze was locked on the gates until they swung open and then the bull. Colton climbed onto Jack's other knee, and he held both of his sons as they watched the beasts take out almost every rider.

Becky was sitting near the edge of the bleachers watching her son and Jack, when someone tapped her shoulder. Turning, she found several people from her competition years, waiting to say hello.

"Oh my gosh," she said, moving her hand over her mouth. "Amanda?" She stepped down and hugged her friend. She moved through the crowd, greeting and hugging each person. Candace, Jen, Trevor, and Mason were just a few of whom had shown up to see her. Tears of happiness began to fall as she spoke to her friends.

Jack turned and saw what was happening, and recognizing most of them, he handed Colton to Elizabeth and sat Blake on the seat, then joined the group. Moving between them, he greeted friends that he hadn't seen in a while and a few that he sees frequently. Stopping beside Becky, he noticed the looks being exchanged between a few of the people he didn't know well. Choosing to ignore them and letting it go, he began talking to the ones he was closer with.

Twenty minutes later, everyone began to slowly disperse and the rodeo came to a close. Becky's closest friends hung around a few minutes longer, saying their goodbyes, not knowing if they would ever see her again.

As the remaining few began to walk away, Jack turned to Becky. "They are welcome to stop by the house anytime if you'd like them to."

"Thank you, Jack," she said, laying her hand on his arm. "It was so good seeing everyone. But I don't think I want them to come over when...I'm...not well."

"That's okay," Jack said. "Just let us know if you change your mind."

The family cleaned up their area, gathered their belongings and headed to the vehicles. Noel and the twins had played tag during most of the bull riding and were now asleep in Lee, Frank, and Elizabeth's arms. Rosemary was carrying a sleepy Autumn and they got all the kids settled in their trucks for the long drive home.

With the horses loaded, everyone buckled in, and their goodbyes said, Jack put the truck in gear and headed toward the highway. Lee, Tom and Frank followed closely behind.

Peyton was in her car seat in the middle of the front seat, sound asleep. Blake and Colton had been talking for the first thirty minutes, but had soon fallen back to sleep when they hit the smooth highway. An hour into the ride, Elizabeth looked back at Becky. She had taken a sweatshirt, rolled it up, and propped it between her head and the window, and was fast asleep like the kids.

"It was a long day for her," Elizabeth said in a low voice.

Jack looked in his rearview mirror, seeing that she was asleep. "Yes, it was. I'm glad she got to see some of her friends."

….

Jack put Jake away in the barn while Elizabeth carried Peyton into the house. Becky had woken up when they pulled into the driveway and waited in the truck with Blake and Colton. The day had drained her and she was unable to carry either of the children. Jack and Elizabeth both returned to the truck at the same time, and she took Colton while he carried Blake. Becky followed behind, closing all of the doors.

Once everyone was tucked into bed and Becky retired to the basement with Blake, Jack and Elizabeth locked up the house and went to their room.

Elizabeth was standing in the closet wearing only her black lace panties and bra, having just removed her other clothing, when Jack walked in. She felt the warmth and strength of his abdomen against her back; the protection of his arms encircled her. She laid her hands on his forearms that crossed along her collarbone, and leaned her head back against his shoulder. Heated moisture from Jack's lips left goosebumps across the top of her shoulders and up her neck, sending a surge of feverish energy down to her toes.

Jack slipped his index finger under the strap of her bra and slowly pulled it off her shoulder, pressing his lips against the spot the elastic had just laid. He unfastened it, pulled the lace away, and slowly let it fall to the floor. Gliding his right hand along her skin just under her breasts, he wrapped his arm around her like a boa constrictor, drawing her in firmly against him. His left hand grazed across her left breast and along her collarbone. He rested his palm against her neck, his fingers in her hair, his thumb on her cheek.

Dragging his thumb along her bottom lip, he pulled it down slightly, opening her mouth for his as he leaned over her, taking her mouth with his. His tongue grazed over her teeth, finding her tongue, doing their traditional dance.

Elizabeth could feel his arousal growing against her back, sending her own insides into a frenzied mess. His arms were snug around her, making it impossible to turn around. His lips followed the curve of her neck to the tender spot below her ear. His breath blew across her ear, causing her to squirm in his grasp. His kisses were soft, slow, deliberate, but the fire that blew through her body had her heated and throbbing in places that only Jack could extinguish. She gripped the sides of his thighs, digging into his muscle as he moved his tongue from the base of her ear and down her neck. She wanted him, she wanted him badly. She tried to turn around again but his left arm was now around her waist, holding her tight to his body.

She could feel his muscles tense, his own desires trying to take control. He wanted her too, but he knew if he took her right now, that it would be over in seconds. He moved his left hand down, pressing hard against her, across her abdomen, over the curve of her body. Beneath the black lace fabric of her panties, he was touching her where she most desired now; the heat and moisture was evident on his fingers as he slipped them inside her. She arched her back against him, so hard that he had to move one foot back, keeping his balance. Her body sank against him as her knees gave out to the pleasure that was building inside her. Her legs felt like Jell-O and were useless against Jack's touch.

She felt him finally relax his arms, just enough for her to turn around. With her hands on his chest, Elizabeth pushed Jack back against the wall and frantically began kissing him. They quickly removed their underwear, their lips never parting, then Jack's animalistic desires took over as he grabbed both of her legs, pulled them up, spun, and pressed her hard against the wall. He was deep inside her before she knew he'd even picked her up. Her mind was reeling between the incredible sensations flowing through her, and trying to realize how she'd come to be against the wall quickly.

Jack's left palm was pressed against the wall next to Elizabeth's head, his right arm encircling her waist. Her ankles were locked behind him and she pulled him toward her, driving him deeper inside. Elizabeth could feel herself about to climax again, and she began to move her hand to her mouth to muffle the moan that she wanted to scream out. But just as her body clenched against Jack, his mouth was over hers, their lips locked together, silencing each other's verbal release to the orgasm that they shared.

….

May 11th, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

They woke up early in the morning, still naked and still in each other's arms. Elizabeth rolled onto her arms, resting on Jack's chest.

"Good morning, Cowboy."

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Are you ready for another day at Hope Meadows Ranch?" she asked, grinning.

Jack leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. "I'm ready to face anything now."