Epilogue
One Year Later
“C areful, baby,” Warren said, helping me sit down on the office chair.
The desk was large, spanning most of the space. Behind me were all glass windows overlooking the city.
It was breathtaking.
Or at least it would have been if my feet didn’t feel like two overfilled balloons.
I sat down with a heavy sigh, my hand immediately going to my swollen belly.
“I’m gonna have to nap in the car after this,” I warned him. “I don’t think I can make it to dinner.”
“I’ll cancel it,” he said and kneeled down next to me, his hands coming to remove my shoes. “Better yet, I’ll make it a lunch instead.”
“It’s twenty people, Warren,” I reminded. I let out a hiss as he took one of my feet in his hands; it was twice the size. “And Piper and Violet said they had some extra baby stuff to give us.”
“I don’t care,” he growled and started working on the other one. “My pregnant wife is not going to suffer. Even coming here was too much.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face, my eyes falling to the beautiful sapphire ring he’d proposed with.
After the auction, there was some blowback because of my interview. People were angry, and they had a right to be. But Warren had also made a public statement, and then together we started to work on fixing what my father had ruined.
“It’s also a celebratory dinner,” I said and leaned over the desk to show him the silver nameplate.
Addison Mercer, Mercer-King Group, CEO
Warren looked up at me with a dangerous smirk. His brown eyes were alight; and the scruff on his face had been shaved down just for the occasion. I reached out to run my hand through his graying hair.
“You’re the CEO now. You can do whatever you want.”
“It’s important to start on a good note, especially with everything that’s happened.”
I hadn’t expected Warren to have kept the company. I was shocked to hear that he still had it, and this whole time they’d been laying low, slowly building themselves up again until now.
Something my mother had been all too happy about. Of course it took a few weeks of angry, ranting phone calls about Warren keeping something that belonged to “us,” but once she realized the company coming back to me would mean that our reputation was on the mend, she was constantly telling her friends about it.
I didn’t care, though. As long as she was happy—healthy—I had no complaints.
“If it’s what you want, I’ll make it happen,” he said. “Just go home and rest first, hm?”
I groaned as his fingers worked their magic on my swollen ankles, then jumped as the baby decided to make her presence known.
Warren’s hand was on my stomach immediately, but when he felt nothing, he frowned.
“She hates me,” he said sadly.
I let out a laugh, my belly bouncing with it.
“She does not. She’s just not used to your touch yet?—”
“I think she prefers her mom’s touch. I’m partial to it myself. Always have been.” God, I loved it when he said things like that. It made me feel special every time. “I felt her!” he suddenly cried out and the excitement in his voice was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I never thought I’d get this. Happiness. A family. Let alone with Warren.
But it had always been him, and I was insanely happy.
Life was nonstop with his work, and now mine and a baby on the way. But it was perfect, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
“I will need to find you a new nickname when she comes. I think Daddy won’t be appropriate anymore.”
“You can call me whatever you want as long as I get to call you mine.”
“I love you,” I whispered, cupping his cheek.
“I love you too, babygirl,” he said and leaned forward to place a kiss on my belly. “And this baby too. My girls. Forever.”
I swallowed the emotions welling up inside me and gave him a smile.
“ Forever.”
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