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"My great grandmother had my great grandfather build it because she liked to feed everyone at the same time—the family and the ranch hands," I explain as she runs her hand across the large chair at the head of the table. "That was my grandad's seat and his fathers before him." I smile remembering my grandad's deep, gravelly voice. "No one picked up a fork to eat until the man sitting in this chair said a blessing over the food prepared for us."

I recount other childhood memories as we continue our tour through the home. The entire time I'm also thinking about the many new memories I want to create with Sofia by my side. We step out on the second story veranda overlooking the green pastures cattle once roamed. Sofia places her hands on top of the railing. The sunset casts a warm glow over her face as she takes it all in. "Sam, this place is beautiful. You are so blessed to have grown up in such a wonderful place."

Walking behind her, I drape my arms around her. "I can picture our kids running around the yard already," I freely admit.

"Kids huh?"

"When the time is right, yeah babe, I want kids. We could bring them to the farm a couple times a year. I'll teach them all the things my grandfather taught me." Sofia spins in my arms and faces me. "But I got to marry ya first."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, Firefly. Someday soon I'm gonna make you mine forever." Resting my hand on her hip I pull her closer. Her breasts flatten against my chest, and her hands find their way beneath my shirt.

"Mrs. McGregor has a nice ring to it." Sofia's eyes sparkle.

"You're damn right it does."