Epilogue
Sloane
One year later
The late spring sun shines warm and golden over Pine Peak, turning the clearing behind our expanded cabin into something out of a dream.
Wildflowers dot the grass in splashes of blue and white, and the tall pines stand like proud witnesses around the edges of the gathering.
Strings of soft white lights are woven through the branches, ready to glow when evening falls.
Folding chairs are arranged in neat rows, and a simple wooden arch draped with greenery stands at the front where Judge Harlan Whitaker waits with a gentle smile.
I stand just inside the cabin doorway, one hand resting on the gentle swell of my four-month pregnant belly, the other holding a small bouquet of wildflowers picked from our own land this morning.
My dress is soft ivory, flowing and comfortable, with enough room for the little life growing inside me.
I’m nervous, but it’s the good kind of nervous. The kind that comes from knowing you’re about to stand in front of the man you love and promise him forever all over again, this time with a clear head, a full heart, and an entire town watching with joy.
Forrest appears in the doorway behind me, tall and devastating in a dark green button-down that stretches across his broad shoulders and black pants that hug his powerful thighs. His thick beard is neatly trimmed, and his hazel eyes soften the moment they land on me.
“You look beautiful,” he says, voice low and rough with emotion. He steps closer, one big hand coming to rest gently over my belly.
I lean into his touch, smiling up at him. “You clean up pretty nice yourself, big guy. Though I still prefer you in flannel with sawdust in your hair.”
He chuckles, that deep, rolling sound I love so much, and bends to press a soft kiss to my forehead.
We stand together for a moment, soaking in the quiet before the ceremony.
A year ago, we were two strangers who bumped into each other in a parking lot and ended up married in a haze of moonshine and impulse.
Today we are renewing those vows deliberately, with our own rings, our own words, and our growing family.
Forrest’s hand stays protectively on my belly. “You ready?”
“More than ready,” I whisper. “I love you. So much.”
His eyes darken with that familiar mix of tenderness and heat. “I love you too, darlin’. More than I ever thought possible.”
We walk out together, hand in hand, down the short aisle formed by smiling friends and neighbors.
The whole town has turned out. Mabel sits in the front row, already dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
Lila is beside her, beaming with maternal pride.
Rosie waves excitedly from the side, phone ready to capture every moment.
Betty and Earl Jenkins are there, along with Judge Whitaker’s wife and half the lumber yard crew.
Ryder stands near the front as Forrest’s best man, grinning like he did the first time we got married.
When we reach the arch, Forrest turns to face me, taking both my hands in his. Judge Whitaker clears his throat, his kind voice carrying easily over the gathered crowd.
“We are here today to witness Forrest and Sloane renew the vows they made to each other one year ago in a moment of beautiful recklessness. Today they stand before you with clear hearts and full intention.”
He nods to us. “Forrest, you may begin.”
Forrest takes a deep breath, his hazel eyes locked on mine with such intensity that the rest of the world fades away.
“Sloane,” he starts, voice deep and steady but thick with emotion.
“I was a man who thought he was content with his quiet life. Then you bumped my truck and turned my whole world upside down. You brought light and laughter and fire into my days. You made me want more than just contentment, you made me want to build something beautiful with someone.”
He squeezes my hands, thumb brushing over my wedding band.
“I promise to love you on the easy days and the hard ones. To listen when you need to talk about your work, to hold you, to remind you every single day that you are home here with me. I promise to be the husband who supports your dreams, who fixes what breaks, who comes home to you every night covered in sawdust but full of love. And I promise to be the best father I can be to our little one and any others who come after.”
His voice cracks just slightly on the last part. “You are my wife, my partner, my best friend. I love you. Today, tomorrow, and every day after, I choose you.”
Tears slip down my cheeks. I take a shaky breath and begin my own vows.
“Forrest,” I say, voice trembling but sure.
“A year ago, I was running from a life that felt too loud and too empty. I bumped your truck and found a man who looked at me like I was the best surprise he’d ever had.
You showed me what it means to be loved steadily and deeply.
You taught me that home isn’t a place, it’s a person. It’s you.”
I glance down at our joined hands, then back up into his eyes.
“I promise to love you even when you’re grumpy in the mornings.
To build a life with you that honors both my city roots and your mountain heart.
I promise to support your dreams for the mill, to raise our children with the same kindness and strength you show me every day, and to choose you every single moment for the rest of our lives. ”
My free hand rests on my belly. “I love you, Forrest Kane. Madly. Completely. Forever.”
Judge Whitaker smiles warmly. “Forrest and Sloane have chosen new rings to symbolize this renewed commitment.”
Forrest reaches into his pocket and pulls out a delicate rose-gold band with a solitaire diamond. He slides it onto my finger beside the original, simple gold band that Judge Whitaker let us keep.
“With this ring,” he says, voice thick, “I renew my vows and my promise to love and cherish you for all our days.”
I take the wider band we chose together, dark titanium with a thin inlay of pine wood from our own land, and slide it onto his finger.
“With this ring,” I whisper, “I renew my vows and my promise to love and cherish you for all our days.”
Judge Whitaker’s eyes twinkle. “Then, by the power vested in me by the state of Colorado and the good people of Pine Peak, I pronounce you husband and wife, again. You may kiss your bride.”
Forrest doesn’t hesitate. He cups my face in his big hands and kisses me slow and deep, full of a year’s worth of love, laughter, and the quiet certainty we’ve built together.
The whole town erupts in cheers and applause.
Whistles from the lumber crew, happy sobs from Mabel and Lila, and Rosie’s loud whoop cut through the noise.
When we pull apart, foreheads still touching, Forrest rests one hand on my belly and whispers against my lips, “I love you, Mrs. Kane.”
“I love you too,” I whisper back. “So much.”
The reception that follows is pure Pine Peak joy. Long tables are set up under the trees, loaded with food brought by neighbors — casseroles, pies, fresh bread, and grilled meats. Music plays from a speaker someone rigged up, and children run between the chairs while adults laugh and share stories.
Forrest keeps me close the whole time, one arm around my waist or his hand resting protectively on my belly.
Every few minutes, he leans down to kiss my temple or whisper something sweet in my ear.
When someone teases us about our whirlwind beginning, he just grins and says, “Best thing I ever did.”
Lila pulls me into a tight hug, tears in her eyes. “You’ve made my boy so happy. And you’re giving me a grandbaby. I couldn’t ask for more.”
Mabel presses another slice of pie into my hands. “Eat up, honey. You’re eating for two now.”
Ryder claps Forrest on the back, smirking. “Still can’t believe you went from single grump to married and expecting in one year. Proud of you, man.”
As the sun begins to set and the string lights glow to life, Forrest takes my hand and leads me a little away from the crowd, to the quiet spot on the property where we once stood and dreamed about additions to the cabin. The same spot where we’ve already started framing the nursery.
He turns to face me, both hands resting gently on my belly.
“A year ago, I never imagined this,” he says softly. “A wife I love more than anything. A baby on the way. A future that feels so full I don’t know how my heart holds it all.”
I cover his hands with mine, tears pricking my eyes again. “I never imagined it either. But I’m so grateful we found each other. I’m so grateful I bumped your truck.”
He laughs, low and warm, then leans down to kiss me, full of all the love we’ve built in twelve short months.
When we pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine. “Thank you for choosing me. For choosing us.”
“Thank you for giving me a home I never knew I needed,” I whisper.
We stand there together as the celebration continues behind us, laughter, music, the warmth of a town that has become family. My hand stays on my belly, feeling the faint flutter of our little one, while Forrest’s arm stays wrapped around me, solid and sure.
A year ago, we were two strangers who got married on a whim.
Today we are madly in love, months away from becoming parents, and surrounded by a community that celebrates us every single day.
And I could not be happier.
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