Epilogue
Grayson
Two years later
I admire the glow that outlines Rowan’s soft features as she strides through the vineyard, picking ripened grapes and tossing them into a small bucket. We’ve traveled all over together. France, Spain, Iceland, among many others. But she looks the most at peace with herself when we’re here. Each day we spend together the more I learn about her– the more I learn, the more I love her. We’ve argued, only a few times but every time it was about her father. She needs me as much as I need her. She needs me to help her heal from what she went through with Frank. I need her to help me heal from losing my father. Together we’re grounded. We’re safe.
“So, did you give it some thought?” I ask her.
A warm smile spreads across her face. “Yes, and I’m ready. ”
“Seriously?” I smile, taking her hands in mine.
“Yeah, we’ve had our fun the past couple of years. What’s the harm in adding a mini Santoro into the mix?” She laughs.
I lift her up, wrapping my arms around her waist as she giggles, dropping the bucket of grapes. “On one condition though,” she says. “If it’s a boy we’re naming him Danny Devito.”