Epilogue
Twelve months later
“I can’t believe you talked me into having our wedding photos taken in the middle of a field of bluebonnets,” Brodie grumbled, but Cerise knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Just wait until later. I’ve got the best surprise once we go over to the fire station for photos there.”
“I don’t think my cheeks will ever be the same again.”
Cerise reached up and patted his cheeks. The rings he’d placed on her left-hand half an hour ago glinted in the sunlight. Her husband. She couldn’t believe it.
The past year since she’d proposed had been crazy.
Poppy had agreed to give up her guardianship of her nephew and granted her and Brodie’s greatest wish—to adopt Finn.
They were still in the process of getting it finalized but they were together and that’s all that mattered.
They’d also assured Poppy that she could always be part of Finn’s life.
A couple months after her hospital stay, she’d moved from Kerrville to San Antonio.
She wanted a fresh start, and San Antonio had given it to her.
She’d found that, without the responsibility of looking after Finn, she could finish her college degree and had started her own freelance graphic design business.
Things were taking off and she was much more confident than when Cerise had first met her.
“Are you guys done making moon eyes at each other?” Finn came up to them, a huge smile on his face.
During the ceremony they’d all lit a candle together, including Poppy, binding them as a family in every sense of the word.
Finn was utterly happy living on the ranch that Brodie had bought from the Crabtrees.
Cerise had cut down on her hours at the hospital and had found that she quite like working at the ranch too.
“Just a couple more photos here, buddy, and then we’ll be going to another location for more photos. Cerise has a surprise. Do you know anything about it?”
Finn shook his head.
“Do you honestly think I’d tell our son what I’ve got planned. You two are as thick as thieves and the first thing he’d do would be to tell you!” God, how she loved saying our son and the way Brodie’s eyes flared proved he liked it too.
“Okay, I think we’re done here,” the photographer called.
“But I didn’t know you were taking photos,” Cerise protested.
“I know. I’ve got some fantastic ones.” She winked and lifted her camera in the opposite direction to where they stood.
Cerise followed the direction of her camera lens and found she was focusing on Nadia and Mitch who stood, foreheads resting against each other and Mitch’s hand resting on Nadia’s belly.
Their first baby was due in a few months, and she couldn’t wait to be godmother to their child.
And she couldn’t wait until she and Brodie had their own baby.
Finn was going to be an awesome big brother.
They piled into the cars for the short drive to the firehouse.
They’d set up a large party tent in the field adjacent to the station.
When it came to choosing a reception location, they’d both decided that would be the ideal place.
The grills were fired up and when she stepped out of the car the aroma of smoking meat filled the air. Dinner was going to be delicious.
Anticipation bubbled inside of her at what she had planned. Brodie and Finn were probably going to grumble at her, but she didn’t care. It was going to be epic and she couldn’t wait.
After they’d taken a few photos at the station and with the rigs, they made their way to where all the tables were set up.
All their guests were lined up along the path that led to their family table.
Everyone clapped as they walked through and at the end stood Nadia and Mitch.
The second they reached the duo, they released the glitter bombs that they’d been hiding behind their backs.
Glitter rained down on her and Brodie. His belly laugh reverberated through her. “I should’ve known, Sparkles.”
“You honestly didn’t think I’d let this day pass without glitter being a huge part of it.”
Brodie swept her up until she was pressed against his hard body. “Mrs. Spelling, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His lips swooped down and captured hers in a soul-searing kiss.
Without a doubt, glitter made everything better, including weddings.