EPILOGUE
Declan
Two years later…
“Yeah, it’s definitely growing on me.” Isla swallowed hard, then chased the kidney pie with a big gulp of Guinness.
“You look a little pale.” I tried not to be offended by Isla’s odd and totally uncalled for dislike of traditional British dishes.
“My brain still can’t process the idea of kidney in my mouth, but it does taste great.” She smiled. “I promise.”
“Right then. You do look a bit ill, though.”
“It’s nothing. Just tired from the quick trip home.” She cupped my face and brushed her lips to mine.
My chest expanded with glee. Isla and I had been married for almost two years. Every time she kissed me, I still felt the same excitement and raw desire as the first time. She was always meant to be with me.
In a handful of months, we had managed to get married twice—once in Bensonhurst, New York, and then again in London. Mums could be so pesky when it came to weddings. I didn’t mind it all. I wanted everyone on both sides of the pond to know Isla was mine, and I was hers.
The tabloids gave her a hard time at the beginning, of course.
But once we agreed to give them exclusive access to our second wedding in the UK at Great St. Barts, they became more amiable in their writing.
They even printed a story calling our union one of the most romantic to ever grace the church’s steps since the medieval ages.
Wankers. They were trying to make up for all the awful things they wrote about her and her nanny status with me.
None of it mattered—the gossip, the photos, the hashtags. Isla, Joey, and I found our happily ever after. We mostly lived in the States. But every now and then, I tried to pick up projects that landed me in London near Mum, my sister, and her family. We made it work.
“Yeah, that flight home was crazy. I promise, one more week and my work here will be done.”
“I’m not complaining. I love London. Your family is so nice.” She switched her attention to the pub windows as if taking in all the details. “The whirlwind trip was a necessary evil. Harper wanted Joey back. A month in the UK was too long for both of them, I think.”
“I know. Though I’m glad he got to spend a good amount of time with Mum.” I took a spoonful from her plate. “Harper was getting quite annoyed, wasn’t she?”
“Not as mad as she was when she first saw Joey.” She let out a loud laugh. “That was priceless. Her face.”
“Bloody hell, no idea where he picked up the word wanker.” I gave her what I considered my most innocent look.
“Yep, no clue.” She chuckled, then stopped to cover her mouth.
“Are you okay, love?” I took her cold hands in mine.
“Actually. I’m not.” She shot to her feet and ran to the loo.
I chased after her but stopped when she slammed the door in my face. Fuck, did I make her sick by making her try that kidney pie? Not once since I met her had she gotten sick—not even with a common cold. What was this about?
“I’m coming in.” I rapped on the door.
“No. I’m good,” she called from inside. “Just give me a minute.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I pressed my back to the wall and stared at the door. If she didn’t come out soon, I was going to have to go in there. A few beats later, she finally emerged. The usual pink in her cheeks had returned, but she looked so confused.
“What is it?” I closed the space between us.
“I didn’t think this would be possible.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “I mean, I didn’t believe the tests. It makes no sense. How?”
“Slow down, Isla. You’re not making any sense. What’s not possible? Talk to me.”
“Declan.” She met my gaze. “I’m pregnant.”
“Bloody hell.”
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