Epilogue
Genevieve
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So, I ended up marrying them. How could I not? I fell in love with them the moment they told me they were not Mr. Grant. From the first kiss, the first touch, there was no going back.
It’s been six months since we walked down the aisle, and we had every single person we loved and cherished there to witness it. And now I’m four months pregnant.
Life couldn’t be better. But how I love my husbands.
I love how much they love Jake.
I love how they can sit for hours and listen to my seventy-three-year-old dad talk about his passion: trains. How they make sure to show interest and ask questions as if they’re genuinely interested.
I love how they are with my mom and her garden. They know more about her plants and techniques than I do.
I love the way they can drive me crazy and have me panting for more the next moment.
I love how protective and possessive they are.
I love how they love me.
I love how I love them.
The end