Epilogue
FELICITY
My heart races with anticipation as we enter the courthouse. With it being the only neutral space we have, I’m glad after today, I probably won’t ever have to step foot in here—or see the lawyer we’re meeting with—again.
Damien keeps a tight hold on my hand as we enter the same meeting room as the day we got married. Already, Mr Bradshaw waits for us, sitting with his hands steepled, Daphne next to him. Tobias is also already in the room, and nods when we enter.
“I’m glad you came,” Bradshaw announces, eyeing us warily. “Though, I suppose I’m not going to be getting the honest response I want.”
Damien shakes his head, and doesn’t sit.
“That’s because you’re wrong.” I feel the weight of his eyes on me, and when I glance up, warmth floods me from the look in his dark eyes.
I don’t feel any doubt when I look at him.
And after the last couple of days getting to exist like a real couple, without the weight of our deal or lie hanging over us, I feel even more certain now that what we’re doing is the right thing.
It’s exactly what we need to do, and not even the man across from us can change that.
“We aren’t going to sign that new agreement you drafted,” Damien continues. “As a matter of fact, we need to make an amendment to the prenup.”
Confusion swims in Bradshaw’s dark eyes, and they flicker from us to Tobias. “What sort of amendment?”
“I want the children clause removed,” Damien says. “Permanently.”
The man blinks hard before sitting back. “Are you certain?”
I feel Damien’s eyes on me again, and this time, I meet them with a soft smile. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Are you already pregnant? Is that the real reason behind all the rush?” Bradshaw asks.
I shake my head and glance at him, pressing my lips together. “No. I’m not pregnant.”
“I have my vasectomy reversal scheduled, though,” Damien says, setting his appointment slip down on the table as proof.
“No lies here. We love each other, Bradshaw. Whether you agree or not, I’m not leaving her, and I will not force my wife to sign anything.
What’s mine is hers. What she loves, I love.
I will always support what she does. And if you still choose not to give me my inheritance, then it is what it is, and we will figure out another way to fund the lodge and fix the inn. ”
The family lawyer stares at us for a long moment before picking up the new agreement he drafted and tearing it apart.
“I will say, either you are both fantastic actors, or I’ve finally watched a Winthrop boy fall in love,” he says, scrunching the paper and tossing it into a nearby trashcan.
“Now, if only your brothers could do the same, then my life would be so much easier.”
Relief floods me in a way I don’t expect. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he says, standing, briefcase in hand. “I’ll be back in three months, then again in six. Not because I don’t fully believe you, but…well, because I want to be sure, and your grandmother was very strict in her wording. Don’t disappoint me or make me regret my decision.”
“We won’t,” Damien promises, pulling me into his arms.
“Not a chance,” I reply.