Chapter 29 Anna—Happy endings and good friends
Anna—Two years later
A year after living together, Shane had proposed.
When he dropped to his knee one night as they were having a beer at the ranch while watching the sunset, her heart leapt.
She knew the time was right. There was no heaviness, no reluctance to think about marriage.
Shane had broken in the idea gently, and she knew he was assessing her reactions.
He’d made comments about how her last name didn’t suit her, or how his grandmother would be fluttering in her urn at him “living in sin.” When he’d commented that her ring finger looked bare, she gave him the signal he’d been waiting for.
“Yes, it really does, doesn’t it?” A week later, he proposed.
Having been married before, Shane told her she could have whatever she wanted as long as the result was them being married.
She’d opted for a simple sunset wedding on the ranch with their friends and family.
Kegs of beer, lots of dancing, and sincere vows made it the perfect day.
They really were Mr. and Mrs. Morgan now, no fake ID needed.
Their cake had Smurf toppers. Smurfette wore a tutu and ballet slippers, while Happy Smurf wore camouflage.
Mel and Brax had been together for a year, having taken their sweet time to sort out their feelings.
Rosa had moved to LA to pursue a career in pop music choreography, and she was absolutely smashing it.
Madame Celeste valued classical dance but took every opportunity to promote Rosa’s success on the studio’s official social media channels.
Mason had tried to contact her six months ago, but she’d ignored his Facebook message.
She’d blocked his number and his Insta when they broke up, but being a very occasional Facebook user, she’d forgotten that avenue.
She didn’t ignore him out of spite. She just simply didn’t care about what he had to say.
He belonged firmly in the past. She occasionally messaged Marla, so she knew Mason probably knew about her life, but she never asked Marla about his and Marla never offered information.
April had maintained her Insta profile, but neither Shane nor Anna cared to check up on the details of her life.
Anna shuffled around the kitchen, dodging a very irritating Barnabus who had decided he wanted affection today. “Move Barnabus, I can’t see you,” she scolded, seeing only his tail sticking out from under her huge belly.
“Oi! Move,” Shane pushed Barnabus away from the kitchen.
“What are you doing? I said I’d cook. You’re gonna pop any day. You shouldn’t be moving around so much,” he commanded.
Their first baby was due any day. It was a boy.
“Morgans only make boys,” Elise had warned.
“If you want a ballerina, you’re out of luck.
” Anna didn’t care. She’d have ten boys with Shane if he wanted.
She knew he wanted a big family. She hadn’t really put a number on it, but Elise told her she’d just know when she was done.
Shane rubbed her belly, lifting it to ease the weight on her back.
“Has he been a good boy today?”
“No, he’s been beating me up from the inside. The little turd is either a kickboxer or an Irish dancer,” she complained.
He kissed the top of her head. “He’s going to be amazing. He’s half you.”
“And half you,” she responded.