Epilogue

epilogue

HUDSON

Callie walked down the aisle in a dress that clung to the swell of her belly. The first half of her pregnancy had been rough, but she was feeling a little better since we’d reached the second half.

Despite the struggles, she glowed as she made her way toward me, holding my dad’s arm.

My parents had gotten married a few months earlier, and though I’d always be a little suspicious of him, I did believe that he wouldn’t walk away from her again. I’d never seen either of them so happy before.

Callie stepped up in front of me, and I brushed a loose wave out of her eyes.

She was perfect.

And she was finally mine, in every way there was.

Fuck, I would never let her go.

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