Epilogue
Lane
We got married a few months after I asked Jameson to marry me.
We said our vows on the anniversary of the day he first walked into the bar, the day that rerouted both of our lives forever.
The ceremony was small, held in the wildflower field on Jameson’s parents’ land, with only them, Kam, Miles, and Miles’ parents in attendance.
When we came back from our honeymoon, we threw a huge reception in New Haven. A night full of laughter, dancing, and everyone we love raising glasses to us.
Our honeymoon itself was a week in the Colorado mountains, our cabin tucked between tall pines and high peaks. We hiked until our calves ached and made love in every room; and even a few times on the hiking trails, on sun-warmed rocks, and under a blanket of stars on the deck.
The past year as his wife has been nothing short of bliss. And now, exactly one year after we said our vows, promising to love and cherish each other until death do us part, I get to tell Jameson we’re expecting our first child; in the same wildflower field where we became husband and wife.
I just finished spreading out our picnic when I feel him behind me. His shadow falls across the blanket, his scent, leather and mountain air, curling around me before his arms do.
“Hey, Wildflower,” he murmurs against my hair, his arms sliding around my waist and pulling me back into his chest. “Mom said you were up here with a surprise for me.”
I turn in his arms, tilting my face up to him, smiling so wide it almost hurts. “Happy anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary, baby.” His grin makes my chest ache in the best way.
He takes my hand, fingers threading through mine as he leads me to the blanket. “I love this,” he says softly, lowering himself next to me and kissing me with a sweetness that still makes my heart race.
He starts opening containers of food Mama C and I prepared this morning, while Vic kept him distracted with fishing. When he gets to the third container, his hands still.
Inside is a T-shirt that says Dad, a pregnancy test with a bright pink plus sign, and the first sonogram picture of our little baby.
His head whips to me, eyes wide and brimming with tears. “We’re having a baby?” His voice cracks halfway through the question.
I nod, unable to speak as happy tears blur my vision.
“We’re having a baby!” he shouts, tackling me to the ground and covering my face in kisses. He presses a big, warm hand over my still-flat stomach, fingers splaying wide as if he could already feel our child there. “How far along?”
“I’m twelve weeks tomorrow.” My hand finds his, lacing our fingers over my belly.
“Thank you, Wildflower. This is the best gift you could ever give me.” His mouth covers mine, pouring all his love into the kiss.
Hours later, we head back to the house to share our news. Kam and Miles secretly flew up today, though they have no idea why.
“So what’s the big surprise?” Kam demands the moment we step through the door; Mama C, Vic, and Miles all hovering nearby, all of them vibrating with curiosity.
Jameson grins at me, then peels off his dark blue T-shirt, revealing the one I gave him.
“Oh my god! I’m gonna be a grandma!” Mama C shrieks, rushing forward and wrapping her arms around us. Everyone piles in after her, the room erupting with cheers, laughter, and congratulations.
Over the top of his mom’s head, Jameson and I find each other’s eyes.
“I love you,” he mouths.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, knowing this is the kind of love and happiness our child will be born into. Steady, fierce, and ours for the rest of our lives.
Thank you so much for reading Jameson and Lanes story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and falling in love with these characters. Don’t worry, I’m not finished with them just yet. You will see much more from them in Kam & Miles book!