Epilogue
Eight Months Later
“I can’t believe we are back here,” Angel said.
“We never got to have a honeymoon,” Coy said. “This is perfect. You didn’t even get to drink a glass of champagne at our wedding.”
“True,” she said. “My parents were thrilled to come here for a week with your parents. I think they are like best friends now.”
“Seems fitting,” he said. “Since your brother is my best friend and now you’re my wife. All one big happy family.”
“We are,” she said, looking over at their son napping in the crib of their hotel room.
They’d arrived in the Bahamas last night via the Bond jet again. As much as she was looking forward to a better-late-than-never honeymoon, she didn’t want to be away from their son.
Nor did she want their nanny to come along either, so the nanny got the week off and the grandparents were sharing in the duties so everyone got a nice vacation out of this.
Coy’s idea because he was sweet and romantic that way.
“I wish your brother could have come,” he said. “I knew my brothers and their families weren’t going to, but Spencer could use the time off.”
“He could,” she said. “But he’ll have to figure out his life on his own. Just like I have.”
“You did figure it out,” he said. “Have I thanked you before for having a crush on me for years?”
“Many times in the past year,” she said, laughing.
“I’ll be thankful for the rest of my life,” he said. “And that you made the first move too.”
“If I hadn’t, you might still be looking at me as Spencer’s little sister who was going to break if she was touched the wrong way.”
He laughed and picked her up, then tossed her on the bed, him coming down on top of her. “Nah,” he said. “I learned pretty quickly you’re tougher than anyone thought you could be.”
“I’m glad everyone can see that,” she said. “And I still don’t think it’s funny you wore padded gloves during my delivery.”
“Hey,” he said. “I need these hands.”
The hands he had roaming down her sides and under her shirt now.
“You do good work with those hands,” she said.
“Good like this?” he asked and rolled to get off the bed.
She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but then he went to his suitcase and came back with a ring box.
“What is that?” she asked.
“I never got to give you an engagement ring,” he said. “I felt bad about it. But I understood your reasoning at the time.”
“So you think I need one now?” she asked, laughing. “We are already married and I love my wedding band.”
She hated that her hands did swell at the end of her pregnancy and she had to take it off. She told Coy to absolutely not buy her another ring for that short period of time. He listened to her.
Didn’t seem he listened fully if he was going to give her the engagement ring now.
“I know you don’t need it, but I want to give it to you,” he said. He flipped the lid and she saw a stunning blue sapphire princess cut ring with two princess cut diamonds on each side.
“Coy,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”
She put her left hand out and he laughed and reached for her right. “Not an engagement ring. You jumped to conclusions. You told me not to do it and I listened. This is our son’s birthstone. Call it a mother’s ring if you will. It seemed fitting to give it to you here.”
He slid it on her right hand.
“You’re learning, hubby.”
“Yes, wifey, I am!”
The End!
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