Epilogue

ONE YEAR LATER

Her fingers are entwined in mine, the warm breeze dances through her red hair as we walk through the wildflower fields, horses grazing in the pasture next to us, our forever in the distance as the apple trees stand tall, shadowing our pretty farmhouse as our sunshine blond son runs ahead of us.

I have never felt more like myself than I do here.

Never have I felt like a place was truly my home until my feet touched the ground in Blossom Cove.

Never did I think I would live a life like the one I am now.

I had everything I ever wanted, everything I ever needed, and she was right beside me.

I would never feel unloved, because she loved me even on my dark days and I will forever be indebted to her.

“Are we out of the woods yet?” her voice dances across my skin as her fingers tighten in mine, she walks a little in front of me, turning her body and my eyes lazily drag over to hers.

“We’re out of the woods, Little Ember, ” I tug her towards me, her arms around my neck, mine wrapped around the back of her pretty cream sundress as I slant my lips over hers. “We're out of the woods,” I whisper again just as we hear the sound of horns echoing down our long and winding driveway.

“The family are here,” she says softly against my lips.

“Yes, they are,” I smile back and give her one last kiss.

“Daddy!” his voice breaks me away from her, “Stop kissing mommy!” he laughs as he runs back up the hill to where we are and I drop to my knees, swinging him in my arms as I hold him close to me.

“I just can't help it little dude, I love her too much.”

“As much as I love her?”

“I think I love her just the same as you,” I place a kiss on his forehead and inhale his scent.

“Do you love her big enough than the whole, wide, world?” and I laugh at his words.

“I do; I love her big enough than the whole, wide world.”

And it's the truth.

She looks up at me like I am the goddamn world.

Like I would hang the moon, the stars and the fucking galaxies.

She looks at me like I am her entirety.

And I am.

And she is mine.

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