Epilogue
Finley and I stand out on the front porch of the farm—the place I now call home. It’s Thanksgiving Day, and my family is here. My dad is out by the fire pit, stacking wood and coaxing the bonfire to life.
My brothers are inside, arguing over a football game, and Opal and Kellan are here too—with their daughter, Mia. She’s two now.
This is our third Thanksgiving together—three years as official boyfriend and girlfriend.
Finley turns to me, his eyes soft. “You look so cute holding a toddler you know,” he says with a grin “I think you’d make a really great mother.”
I smile. I’ve always wanted to be a mom, always dreamed of having a big family. So that’s a compliment that makes my heart sing.
He takes a deep breath. “But before I can make you a mother—”
He pauses, and my heart stutters. Then he drops to one knee. My hands fly to my mouth as I gasp.
“—I have to make you a wife first. Alex, it would be the greatest honor of my life to be your husband. Will you marry me?” His hands shake as he holds out a box, a stunning diamond ring nestled in the velvet cushion.
I let out a breathless laugh that turns into a shriek of pure joy. “Yes!” I say, nodding, tears spilling over. It’s only then that I notice everyone gathered around us—family, friends—all cheering and clapping.
Finley stands, scoops me up into his arms, and kisses me as the bonfire crackles behind us and laughter fills the air. He presses his forehead to mine and whispers, “I love you, pretty girl.”