Another Epilogue
Six months later
My wife is fucking awesome.
But don’t just take my word for it. Consider all her accomplishments.
She’s bright, she’s beautiful, she’s funny, and she married me.
End of story.
Oh, wait. There’s one more thing I have to say. So, yeah. We broke pretty much all the rules. We had sleepovers, and we lied, and it was weird, and we fell in love, and it didn’t last a week. It’s lasting a lifetime.
There are two rules we kept though. Remember how we agreed to stay friends? We remain friends. Best of friends.
Now, you’re probably wondering about that other rule.
Charlotte held fast on that one, but I’m not missing a thing, especially considering how well she can tie cherry stems with her tongue.
I’m the luckiest bastard on the face of the earth, because I’m madly in love with the woman I come home to every night. My wife. My best friend.
And I make her happy every night.
If you know what I mean.
And I think you do.
Happy wife = happy life.
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