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Epilogue

Mia

Two Years Later

“Where is she? Where is my littlebambino?” my mother yelled as soon as she walked into the house, knowing where everything was better than I did since we’d only moved into this place a few months ago.

Logan and I had agreed that we needed a house with a yard for the baby to play in, so he sold his house, I gave up my penthouse, and we bought something that was just us. No memories of our pasts, just future ones to come with our little bundle, who we’d had a month ago.

Eve Woodland.

I’d never known that I could love something more than I did until seeing my daughter with her sweet cheeks and brown hair. It seemed she’d taken after her father with those blue eyes and his long eyelashes.

Logan was, of course, meant to be a dad. He succeeded in everything he did in life. Need jewelry fixed? He could do it. Need a bench or table built? He could do that, too.

He’d helped put up the decorations in the wedding barn outside my hotel for our very special day, claiming that he wouldn’t let anyone fuck it up for me. That was all after he’d made me tea and told me to look for the handsome man at the end of the aisle.

It was a beautiful event, and I was beyond happy to have been the first to get married in the barn after its completion. Maybe I’d known that I was really building it for me and letting others enjoy it after the fact.

I’d come to believe that everything truly happened for a reason. Even the bad things.

I had been so go, go, go until life forced me to chill. I didn’t like it. I suffered and felt adrift. But then that led me to Logan. And, through him, I found myself again.

We’d found each other and love from the ashes. That beauty I had known would come.

It wasn’t always easy. There were days where we both retreated into ourselves. But then we’d remind each other of the good in our lives.

We kept each other grounded while reaching for the stars.

“Daydreaming of me?” Logan plopped down next to me.

Our daughter was no longer in his arms but had been snatched up my parents, who were over here almost every other day to see their newest grand-baby, but tonight, they were taking her home with them, so Logan and I could have a night to ourselves.

“Oh, yeah. I was thinking of that time we did something crazy.” I bit my lip, teasing him that maybe we could sneak up to our room and have a naughty bed session while my parents watched the baby.

“I like the way you’re flirting with me right now. Are you trying to make another baby?”

He knew I was tired and could probably pass out or have sex with him. I was leaning toward the sex idea, but he would keep playing with me just to keep a smile on my face for hours, even without it.

“Good Lord, let’s survive this one first. I was thinking about taking a nap. Maybe sleeping for a few hours with you.”

“I’ll sleep with you anytime, baby. In exhaustion and sickness, I promised to be by your side.” He leaned in to sweetly kiss me.

“I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what our vows said.”

That smile, that humor—all parts of the man I loved. We’d been living life to the fullest since we kissed in the gazebo after he read his forgiveness letter. I scooped it up afterward to read again, only to find out it had been blank the whole time. That only made me kiss him more after that. He’d spoken from the heart in that moment.

“I’m pretty sure it said that and something about giving up the booty anytime your husband requested it.” He stood and held out his hand for me to take, so he could help me up.

“All right, make it quick, so I can take a nap after,” I teased, but really, I was excited to have some one-on-one time with my lover.

We undressed quickly, and Logan stood there before me, still as sexy as ever.

“Ready to be inspired, baby?” He pounced, his lips moving over every inch of me he could touch.

“Make sure to put that on the brochure next time,” I murmured before our lips connected, and we found peace in each other, as we always had.

The End