Chapter 19
Epilogue
Emma Rollins sat in the front row of her son’s wedding at Rescue Ridge Ranch.
The sun warmed her face as she sat there, beaming back at the bright rays.
The electronic tag on her ankle didn’t match her outfit or shoes, but it allowed her to watch her only child get married.
She was grateful for the monitor even though it was itchy.
Beau had smiled when she’d told him as much.
He’d said there was no way it was itchy, and that it was all in her mind.
He was probably right.
His half-siblings sat in the front row. Chloe had a newborn baby in her arms, a girl. A doting Travis sat next to them, holding their son’s hand.
Emma smiled at the happy family.
It had taken time, Beau had explained, but the Sturgess clan had accepted him as one of them. She was happy for her son. He’d always wanted a large family. This group was big enough to form a small army, and she’d never seen Beau look so happy.
Of course, Ivy was a beautiful bride. She was the kind of person who would keep Beau on his toes.
She was a good human being, too. They were still figuring out how to spend more time with each other while she would kept working with families in Austin but Emma had all the confidence in the world those two would find an arrangement that worked.
They loved each other. You could see it in their smiles, and in the way their eyes lingered.
A few tears gathered, then spilled down Emma’s cheeks. She sniffed them back, praying her mascara wasn’t being ruined.
She’d made a lot of mistakes in her lifetime. There were things she couldn’t undo. Beau, however, wasn’t one of them. He was the best part of her and Beaumont.
Staring at her son as he stood under the wedding arbor that was laced with bluebonnets and jasmine, she knew there was one thing she would never want to change—her son.
Despite all her mistakes, he’d turned out to be an amazing person.
Emma had no idea how she’d gotten so lucky to be given such a beautiful boy, but she thanked the stars every single day.
Beau made her think that maybe she wasn’t totally useless.
Jack sat beside her, and they held hands. They had some time to serve soon. They’d been reassured that the courts would go easier on them for cooperating. Either way, it was time to own up to her mistakes and face the music.
Emma needed her son to see that she could do what was right. He made her want to be a better person. So did the man sitting beside her.
And when their time was served, they might just have a future together.