Epilogue
Four Years Later
DAISY KNEW THE SILENCE WOULDN’T last long. Any minute now, her peace would be broken by the two people who lit up her whole world. Still, before the chaos returned, she wanted one final moment alone with the place she’d called home for nearly a decade.
The apartment echoed now. The walls were bare, the floors were empty, and her artwork was gone. Without the furniture, the tiny space somehow seemed bigger. Why was she letting it go again?
Oh, right—because it had basically become a storage unit ever since she and Amelia moved in with Jameson almost four years ago.
Has it really been that long?
It felt like yesterday. The night Daisy and Jameson had finally sealed their fate.
She remembered waking up the next morning, tiptoeing back to her room after spending the night with him in the recording room.
He’d left early for the venue, and she’d been buzzing with energy, eager to see him in his element again, performing for the world.
When she arrived at Wembley Stadium, she’d watched from the wings as The Kings Court played to a sea of ninety thousand fans, closing out a benefit concert people still called one of the best in history.
They’d decided to stay in England a little longer, mapping out their future and telling Amelia what she already knew in her heart.
For the next year, they split time between his Hillsborough home and her San Francisco apartment.
Amelia had school, friends, and a life Daisy didn’t want to upend.
So they made it work. Then came TKC’s world tour—22 months, 5 continents, 151 shows, 55 cities.
And Daisy and Amelia were there for all of it.
Was it ideal? Not really. But was it worth it? Absolutely!
The final show of the tour brought them home to the Bay, the place where it all began.
Family and friends filled the crowd: Sean and his wife, their parents, Anna, their entire tribe.
As the last song played, one of many Jameson had written for her, he pulled Daisy on stage, handed the mic to Lenny, and dropped to one knee.
It was perfect. Overwhelming and so utterly them.
While the proposal was public, the wedding was private. They had a small ceremony under a sprawling oak in the English countryside, surrounded by the people who mattered most.
Now, sitting on the floor of her empty apartment, Daisy could hardly believe how far they’d come. From tablemates in biology to husband and wife—what a rollercoaster of love, loss, and everything in between.
“Mom? What are you doing on the ground?” Amelia’s voice broke through her thoughts.
Before Daisy could answer, Jameson appeared in the doorway, concern etching his face. “You okay, darlin’?”
“I’m fine,” she said with a small smile. “Just taking it all in.”
He helped her to her feet, his hand settling protectively over the round swell of her stomach. He was impossibly careful with her and their little man. Daisy wasn’t nervous this time. They were married, settled, and Jameson had been hinting for years about expanding their family.
In just a few short months, they’d get to experience this new chapter. Together.
“All right,” Daisy said, pointing to the lone box on the counter. “That’s the last one. I’ll do one more walk-through and meet you both downstairs.”
Jameson kissed her gently, smiled, and followed Amelia out with the box in hand. Daisy exhaled as the door closed, knowing it would be the last time.
She walked through the apartment slowly, every corner holding a memory. Amelia’s fifth birthday party, late-night painting sessions, Friday night slumber parties, and the countless moments that shaped their little family.
When she reached her bedroom window, a faint chirp caught her ear. She glanced outside—and froze.
“No way,” she whispered.
There he was.
Kevin.
Perched in the tree outside her window, the same white-striped bird she’d rescued all those years ago. The rest of his flock was gone, but beside him sat three new birds—two small and one nearly his size.
Tears welled in her eyes. Some of it was hormones, sure. But mostly, it was the poetry of it. This tiny creature had defied the odds and found his forever.
Kind of like her.
Looking past the nest, she spotted her forever—leaning against the car, laughing with their daughter.
She pressed her palm to her belly, taking in the laughter drifting up from the street. They had forgiven the past, were living in the present, and waiting for what came in the future. She closed the door behind her and headed down to join them, ready to spend forever loving her band boy.
The End.