Epilogue 1
Two weeks later, Reese swept his wife of just a few hours in his arms to carry her over the threshold of their home. The wedding had been a private affair at his mother’s house, with only family and close friends. That was the way they had wanted it. He placed Leah on her feet and closed the door behind them. She looked beautiful and radiant in her light-blue pantsuit. She had been a beautiful bride.
“Jocelyn looks happy, doesn’t she?” Leah asked, smiling up at him. “Sebastian is good for her.” Jocelyn and Rita had been by her side as her matrons of honor. Daniel and Sebastian had stood beside Reese.
“It sure looks that way,” he said.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “And you, Reese Jamison Singleton, Jr., are good for me. And I love you.”
He pulled her tighter into his arms. “And I love you, too, Leah Mason Singleton.”
She smiled, liking the sound of her new name, and looked into his eyes. “It might be too early to think about something like this, but I want a baby. Your baby. If it’s a boy, I want to name him after you and your father. He will be Reese Jamison Singleton, the third. And if it’s a girl, I want to name her Heather, after my mother. I felt her presence today, Reese. Both hers and Dad’s. They are happy for me, happy for us. And your mom and Danny are happy for us, as well.”
She truly believed that. Since she had told his family the truth, they’d become her greatest supporters. Every day, she was building a closer relationship with his family, who was her family again.
“I want a baby, too,” Reese said, pulling her closer. “Are you happy, sweetheart?”
She smiled brightly. “I’ve never been happier.” And she truly meant it.