It is a warm and wickedly funny rom-com that sneaks up on you with its depth. At first glance, it’s a quirky setup—grumpy mountain man seeks surrogate via a hilariously rogue job ad—but it quickly turns into something more heartfelt. The protagonist, a brooding yet endearing recluse, isn’t just looking for a baby mama—he’s silently craving connection, and that emotional undercurrent gives the story a beautiful heartbeat beneath all the laughter and goat-related antics.
Enter Trista: bold, curvy, full of sass, and rocking cowboy boots like it’s nobody’s business. She’s the perfect foil to his grump—fiery where he’s stoic, chaotic where he’s methodical, and brimming with life in a way that rattles him to his core. Their banter is electric, but it's the quieter moments that hit hardest—those accidental glances, the awkward intimacy of fertility planning, and the sweet, silly moments with the pet goat. Daws has this way of making the ridiculous feel tender, and the tender feel downright swoon-worthy.
What makes Nine Month Contract linger in your heart is how unapologetically it leans into vulnerability. Behind the spice and the laughs, it's about two people finding something they didn't know they were missing—not just a baby, but love, trust, and a soft place to land. If you love grumpy/sunshine pairings, slow-burns that deliver, and stories with a cozy small-town charm, this one is going to make you laugh-snort and maybe tear up a little too.
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