Epilogue
SPENCER - THREE YEARS LATER
December has quickly become my favorite month of the year.
Three years ago, Harlow became mine again.
Two years ago, I proposed.
A year ago, we got married.
And this year, we’re celebrating our first Christmas as a family of four.
“I think you’re feeding him too much,” Monroe says of her baby brother. “His cheeks are getting chubby.”
Harlow laughs. “But his chubby cheeks are adorable.”
Wyatt joined our family eight weeks ago and it’s been pure bliss.
Harlow was nervous about being pregnant again and what she might deal with after, but she’s under excellent care with her doctors and so far, everything is being managed.
Despite how difficult a new baby can be, we’ve all adjusted well.
Monroe is obsessed with her brother and is already the best big sister.
We were both worried that with her being an only child for so long that she might not handle it well, but that kid is always taking us by surprise.
I pull the car up to Harlow’s parents’ house.
Jasper and Willa’s car is already parked in the driveway.
A year ago, they moved to the L.A. area, and I know Harlow has loved having them close.
Especially when they announced they were having a baby shortly after we announced our own pregnancy.
Harlow’s niece, Lucy, was born three weeks after Wyatt.
It was special for the sisters to be able to share their pregnancies together.
“All right, kids, we’re here.” I grin over at Harlow, and she shakes her head at me. I love being able to say kids.
As much as I love my career in Hollywood—which is still thriving despite me taking on less so I can be with my family—this is what I’ve always wanted.
Harlow and a bunch of kids. There were some rough years there for me, but I would go through them over and over if it meant getting to her on the other side.
I hop out of the car and open the door to where Wyatt sits in his car seat. He gives me a gummy smile, his feet kicking excitedly. Not to toot my own horn, but he’s a total daddy’s boy. Unstrapping him from his seat, I scoop him into my arms and meet my girls on the other side of the car.
Letting ourselves inside, the smell of freshly baked cookies hits my nose and Christmas music plays in the background of the conversations being had.
As we move further into the house to the kitchen I find we’re the last to arrive.
Not only are Willa and Jasper here, but so are Jasper’s parents and my parents as well.
All of us together, as it always should’ve been.
“Look at my niece,” Harlow croons. She swipes a snickerdoodle cookie off a plate and takes a bite. She tickles Lucy’s bare foot where she lays snuggled in Jasper’s arms. Willa looks exhausted, but blissful where she sits at the table watching.
I’ve waited so long to live these days and they’re even better than I dreamed.
Harlow turns to me with so much love in her eyes that it nearly knocks me backwards. I’m the luckiest man alive.
She walks over to me with a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
She rubs the top of Wyatt’s head, but her eyes are on me. “Like I’m yours,” she teases.
Lowering my head, I find her lips in a sweet kiss. “Because you are.”
In truth, though, it’s me that’s always been hers.