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Cherish Me Forever: Epilogues

    <span id="kobo.99.1">First Epilogue


    <span id="kobo.100.1">Reese


    <span id="kobo.101.1">‘Darling, you look so beautiful,’ Gran eximed.


    <span id="kobo.102.1">‘Thank you.’ <span id="kobo.102.2">Both she and Aunt Lena stood behind me. <span id="kobo.102.3">Lena was messing a bit with my veil under the pretext that she was arranging it under my hairdo. <span id="kobo.102.4">I suspected that she was simply busying herself to hide tears.


    <span id="kobo.103.1">‘Aunt Lena,’ I asked softly, ‘are you okay?’


    <span id="kobo.104.1">She looked up at me, her eyes ssy. <span id="kobo.104.2">‘Of course. <span id="kobo.104.3">I’m just emotional.’


    <span id="kobo.105.1">‘Oh, Lena. <span id="kobo.105.2">Don’t make the poor girl cry,’ Gran chastised, but her own voice was a bit unsteady.


    <span id="kobo.106.1">‘Why don’t we all have a good cry now?’ <span id="kobo.106.2">Kimberly suggested. <span id="kobo.106.3">She’d finished fastening her shoes and stood up. <span id="kobo.106.4">‘That way we don’t run the risk of randomly bursting into tearster. <span id="kobo.106.5">And by ‘we,’ I actually mean myself.’


    <span id="kobo.107.1">I turned around, looking at all three of them. <span id="kobo.107.2">‘You know, you can cry all you want to. <span id="kobo.107.3">There’s no reason to hold back. <span id="kobo.107.4">We all have waterproof makeup on.’ <span id="kobo.107.5">I was babbling. <span id="kobo.107.6">I was beyond nervous and full of emotions.


    <span id="kobo.108.1">I turned around to nce in the mirror. <span id="kobo.108.2">My dress was amazing. <span id="kobo.108.3">The bridal collection wasbeled Fairy-Tale Wedding, and I truly felt like I was in a story. <span id="kobo.108.4">The dress had short sleeves, and the detail in thece was absolutely stunning. <span id="kobo.108.5">The same pattern crisscrossed all over the bodice.


    <span id="kobo.109.1">The lower part of the dress had a different pattern, but it was just as breathtaking. <span id="kobo.109.2">It was interchangeable too: this one was tight around my body, but once the party started, I’d put on a wider skirt. <span id="kobo.109.3">It made me look like a princess, and it had the added benefit of allowing me enough space to dance. <span id="kobo.109.4">The veil was long, with a pattern ofce too.


    <span id="kobo.110.1">‘Aunt Reese, Aunt Reese. <span id="kobo.110.2">I’m here,’ Paisley said, and I heard footsteps outside the bedroom.


    <span id="kobo.111.1">When Dom and I started nning the wedding, we both knew we wanted something small with just our friends and family. <span id="kobo.111.2">We both loved theke house so much that we decided to do it here. <span id="kobo.111.3">Since the yard was huge, the wedding nner had no problem at all setting up a beautiful tent. <span id="kobo.111.4">Holding the party on our private property was also the easiest way to keep the press from butting in.


    <span id="kobo.112.1">The fallout from that magazine article followed Dom for months. <span id="kobo.112.2">Reporters relentlessly pestered his PR team for a response, but they’dpletely ignored it.


    <span id="kobo.113.1">They’d written quite a few articles about the wedding, but both Dom and I were learning to embrace that. <span id="kobo.113.2">We hadn’t heard from Malcolm in months, though I heard that Francesca had indeed divorced him and was going after him for every penny.


    <span id="kobo.114.1">Paisley burst in, ncing at me. <span id="kobo.114.2">‘Oh, Aunt Reese, you’re definitely the most beautiful bride in the family.’ <span id="kobo.114.3">Then she pressed her lips together, widening her eyes in horror. <span id="kobo.114.4">‘You were pretty, too, Gran.’


    <span id="kobo.115.1">Granughed. <span id="kobo.115.2">‘Oh, I don’t mind, Paisley. <span id="kobo.115.3">And I quite agree. <span id="kobo.115.4">Reese is the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.’ <span id="kobo.115.5">She gave me a quick hug, and then Lena and Kimberly joined her too.


    <span id="kobo.116.1">My dad and his wife had arrived this morning. <span id="kobo.116.2">They’d left my sister back in London with her maternal grandparents. <span id="kobo.116.3">She’de for Gran’s wedding, but transantic flights and jetg were hard on kids.


    <span id="kobo.117.1">I’d invited my stepmother to help me dress, not wanting her to feel left out, but she insisted that it was quite all right if she just waited downstairs with everyone else. <span id="kobo.117.2">Kimberly, Lexi, Kendra, Liz, Megan, and Avery had fussed around me all morning.


    <span id="kobo.118.1">‘Are you ready to go downstairs?’ <span id="kobo.118.2">Paisley asked.


    <span id="kobo.119.1">I nodded. <span id="kobo.119.2">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.119.3">Gran, Aunt Lena, you go first. <span id="kobo.119.4">Paisley and I will follow.’


    <span id="kobo.120.1">‘Just like we practiced,’ Lena said.


    <span id="kobo.121.1">‘Yes, of course,’ Paisley replied as she grabbed the train with only the tips of her fingers.


    <span id="kobo.122.1">‘You’re doing great, Paisley. <span id="kobo.122.2">I love you. <span id="kobo.122.3">And even if you drop it or something, don’t worry, okay?’ <span id="kobo.122.4">I assured her.


    <span id="kobo.123.1">‘I won’t drop it,’ she said with so much shock that I barely held back fromughing. <span id="kobo.123.2">She was also holding my bouquet.


    <span id="kobo.124.1">‘Okay then.’


    <span id="kobo.125.1">We descended the staircase carefully, and I lifted my dress so I didn’t step on it. <span id="kobo.125.2">The hardwood floors were a bit slippery.


    <span id="kobo.126.1">My entire body seemed to pulse, not just my heart. <span id="kobo.126.2">I couldn’t believe this day had arrived already. <span id="kobo.126.3">Dom and I debated getting married at once, but I took a page out of Gran’s book—there was something extra charming about summer weddings—and we settled on August. <span id="kobo.126.4">Our wedding nner had transformed the entire house beautifully.


    <span id="kobo.127.1">There were white and pink roses everywhere, along with matching bows. <span id="kobo.127.2">The french windows in the living room were open, overlooking the yard. <span id="kobo.127.3">Guests circted around the tent, and the chairs were arranged for the ceremony. <span id="kobo.127.4">After it was over, the staff would put them around the tables.


    <span id="kobo.128.1">‘Reese is here,’ someone said. <span id="kobo.128.2">I thought it sounded like Uncle Emmett, but it might have been Dad.


    <span id="kobo.129.1">A few minutester, Dad walked toward me, beaming from ear to ear. <span id="kobo.129.2">Paisley gave me my flowers.


    <span id="kobo.130.1">‘My darling girl. <span id="kobo.130.2">You look absolutely beautiful.’ <span id="kobo.130.3">He had tears in his eyes.


    <span id="kobo.131.1">‘Thanks, Dad. <span id="kobo.131.2">I’m so happy you flew here.’


    <span id="kobo.132.1">‘Obviously! <span id="kobo.132.2">I made it a point not to miss my girls’ weddings, and by girls, I mean your gran too.’


    <span id="kobo.133.1">I chuckled as he gave me his arm.


    <span id="kobo.134.1">‘Are you ready?’ <span id="kobo.134.2">I asked.


    <span id="kobo.135.1">‘To give away my daughter? <span id="kobo.135.2">No. <span id="kobo.135.3">I don’t think any dad is ever ready for that.’


    <span id="kobo.136.1">‘Uncle Harvey, that’s not what you’re supposed to say. <span id="kobo.136.2">You’re supposed to say yes and wish her all the best,’ Paisley said in the bossiest voice I’d ever heard her use.


    <span id="kobo.137.1">Dad looked over his shoulder. <span id="kobo.137.2">‘Right you are, Paisley.’


    <span id="kobo.138.1">He nced back at me. <span id="kobo.138.2">‘Shall we?’


    <span id="kobo.139.1">I nodded.


    <span id="kobo.140.1">As the music started ying, I carefully put one foot in front of the other. <span id="kobo.140.2">The guests had all gathered at the side of the tent, making a tunnel of sorts for us. <span id="kobo.140.3">As soon as we stepped inside, everyone was in a flurry, moving to their seats. <span id="kobo.140.4">I took in a deep breath, trying not to see the mayhem around us.


    <span id="kobo.141.1">My eyes locked on Dom’s. <span id="kobo.141.2">He was waiting for me in front with the officiant.


    <span id="kobo.142.1">Emotions bubbled up inside me. <span id="kobo.142.2">I could barely keep the tears at bay. <span id="kobo.142.3">I was determined not to break eye contact, but I had to because I needed to watch my step. <span id="kobo.142.4">There was a real risk that I’d step on my dress if I didn’t pay attention, since I couldn’t lift my dress now that I had to hold my flowers too.


    <span id="kobo.143.1">I looked up again when we were only a few feet away from Dom. <span id="kobo.143.2">I’d never tire of watching those gorgeous eyes drinking me in. <span id="kobo.143.3">Fate found me a man who would love me forever. <span id="kobo.143.4">After everything I’d gone through, I couldn’t believe that I was so lucky to have this man in my life.


    <span id="kobo.144.1">‘Dom,’ Dad said in a gruff voice, ‘you’re a very lucky man, and I’m a very lucky father to have you as a son-inw. <span id="kobo.144.2">Take good care of my girl and make her happy.’


    <span id="kobo.145.1">‘I’ll do my best, sir,’ he said.


    <span id="kobo.146.1">Dom and I took our positions side by side.


    <span id="kobo.147.1">ncing over my shoulder, I watched Paisley arrange the bottom of my train on the floor the way Aunt Lena had instructed her to do. <span id="kobo.147.2">I wanted to pull her into a huge hug. <span id="kobo.147.3">She’d done so well. <span id="kobo.147.4">I gave her my flowers and taking a deep breath, I turned, looking at the officiant. <span id="kobo.147.5">Dom took both of my hands in his.


    <span id="kobo.148.1">‘Are we allowed to do this?’ <span id="kobo.148.2">I was so besotted with him that I couldn’t remember the dos and don’ts of weddings.


    <span id="kobo.149.1">He grinned. <span id="kobo.149.2">‘We’ve always done things our way.’


    <span id="kobo.150.1">The officiant started reciting why we were gathered here today. <span id="kobo.150.2">Dom inteced our fingers, and I squeezed them very firmly.


    <span id="kobo.151.1">She spoke about the importance of marriage and holding on to each other. <span id="kobo.151.2">I was drinking in every word.


    <span id="kobo.152.1">We’d wanted to have traditional vows, but whenever we practiced, I’d burst into tears, so we decided against it. <span id="kobo.152.2">When that time came, the officiant gestured to us, and we looked into each other’s eyes.


    <span id="kobo.153.1">‘I love you, Reese,’ Dom said. <span id="kobo.153.2">‘I promise to love you every day for the rest of my life.’


    <span id="kobo.154.1">‘And I promise the same in return, until myst breath.’


    <span id="kobo.155.1">A few tears streamed down my cheeks. <span id="kobo.155.2">He caught them with the back of his fingers, smiling at me.


    <span id="kobo.156.1">‘See, that’s why I didn’t want us to exchange vows,’ I said. <span id="kobo.156.2">We decided on simply saying ‘I love you,’ thinking I’d be safe from tears.


    <span id="kobo.157.1">Apparently not.


    <span id="kobo.158.1">The officiant smiled at us, her own eyes a bit watery, and continued the ceremony. <span id="kobo.158.2">‘I’ve met with the bride and groom a few times before today, and it struck me that they arepletely in love in ways I rarely see in other couples. <span id="kobo.158.3">And believe me, I’ve seen many. <span id="kobo.158.4">It’s my absolute pleasure to dere you husband and wife.’ <span id="kobo.158.5">She turned to Dom. <span id="kobo.158.6">‘You may kiss your wife now.’


    <span id="kobo.159.1">He looked at me and smiled before tilting toward me, pressing his lips to mine. <span id="kobo.159.2">He deepened the kiss for a few seconds before we pulled apart.


    <span id="kobo.160.1">Everyone pped enthusiastically, and there were even some whoops and catcalls—most likely from my cousins—which made us bothugh.


    <span id="kobo.161.1">Dom inteced our arms, and we slowly walked to our family. <span id="kobo.161.2">They gathered around, congratting us.


    <span id="kobo.162.1">Dom’s dad was in thest row, and Dora sat next to him. <span id="kobo.162.2">He opened his arms wide, smiling from ear to ear. <span id="kobo.162.3">‘Look at you. <span id="kobo.162.4">Come here, let me give you a hug.’


    <span id="kobo.163.1">I leaned down.


    <span id="kobo.164.1">‘Your veil,’ Paisley screeched from behind me. <span id="kobo.164.2">I heard her shuffle around me, probably trying to keep the veil from slipping under the wheel of the wheelchair or something.


    <span id="kobo.165.1">Once she was holding it out of the way, I gave him a wholehearted hug, and Dom did the same.


    <span id="kobo.166.1">‘I’m happy for you, my boy,’ Theodore said. <span id="kobo.166.2">‘For both of you.’


    <span id="kobo.167.1">While the family gathered around, congratting us again, I heard the staff already moving the chairs, putting them at the tables.


    <span id="kobo.168.1">‘Okay, Aunt Reese, just stay like that while I take a few pictures,’ Paisley instructed.


    <span id="kobo.169.1">‘Just me and Dom or everyone else?’


    <span id="kobo.170.1">‘Hmm, you two first. <span id="kobo.170.2">Then I think everyone,’ she said.


    <span id="kobo.171.1">She was determined to take pictures, which was probably why she’d stressed out when I asked her to also take care of the veil. <span id="kobo.171.2">She snapped a dozen pictures before the professional photographer we’d hired took over.


    <span id="kobo.172.1">Liz came to me with quick steps and wide eyes. <span id="kobo.172.2">She was clearly tense as she stepped right up next to me, bypassing the veil.


    <span id="kobo.173.1">‘Liz, is something wrong?’ <span id="kobo.173.2">I asked her.


    <span id="kobo.174.1">She looked from me to Dom. <span id="kobo.174.2">‘I’ve got a small problem. <span id="kobo.174.3">There are a few finger marks on the cake. <span id="kobo.174.4">I think one of the kids had a bit of fun.’


    <span id="kobo.175.1">I burst outughing, and Dom chuckled, shaking his head.


    <span id="kobo.176.1">‘Liz, rx.” <span id="kobo.176.2">I loved that she’d made our cake too.


    <span id="kobo.177.1">‘You don’t mind?’ <span id="kobo.177.2">she asked.


    <span id="kobo.178.1">‘No. <span id="kobo.178.2">As long as it’s still standing and we have something to cut, it’s all good.’


    <span id="kobo.179.1">Dom tilted toward me, kissing my temple. <span id="kobo.179.2">‘I don’t think anything can upset us today.’


    <span id="kobo.180.1">‘Exactly,’ I agreed. <span id="kobo.180.2">It was the happiest day of my life.


    <span id="kobo.181.1">Dom and I were stillughing as the photographer instructed the family how to position themselves around us.


    <span id="kobo.182.1">I felt so blessed to be surrounded by my family. <span id="kobo.182.2">They’d taught me how to live, how to be strong, and, most of all, how to be myself. <span id="kobo.182.3">I’d learned so much from them, and I was beyond grateful to have them with us on our special day.


    <span id="kobo.183.1">Second Epilogue


    <span id="kobo.184.1">Reese


    <span id="kobo.185.1">Six Years Later


    <span id="kobo.186.1">‘This is the best idea we’ve had!’ <span id="kobo.186.2">Kimberly eximed.


    <span id="kobo.187.1">‘I agree,’ I replied, patting my belly.


    <span id="kobo.188.1">We’d all decided to spend our vacation together. <span id="kobo.188.2">Since the family had grown by leaps and bounds in thest six years, it wasn’t easy to coordinate so we all could get away at the same time. <span id="kobo.188.3">Finding a location was easier. <span id="kobo.188.4">The Maxwell Hotels was arge chain now with seven gorgeous properties.


    <span id="kobo.189.1">“Aspen will always have a ce in my heart,’ Kimberly said. <span id="kobo.189.2">She’d insisted on us gathering here. <span id="kobo.189.3">She, too, had a baby bump.


    <span id="kobo.190.1">I loved being pregnant at the same time as my sister. <span id="kobo.190.2">It made our bond even stronger. <span id="kobo.190.3">She and Drake already had a baby boy as well.


    <span id="kobo.191.1">‘Let’s join the rest of the group outside,’ she suggested.


    <span id="kobo.192.1">‘Good idea.’


    <span id="kobo.193.1">We’d booked adjacent suites on the ground floor, mainly because they also had small gardens and we could all gather in them. <span id="kobo.193.2">The staff removed the separators between the gardens, so the kids roamed around freely—and there were <span id="kobo.194.1">a lot<span id="kobo.195.1"> of kids.


    <span id="kobo.196.1">Tyler and Kendra had two sets of twins who’d been born within one year of each other. <span id="kobo.196.2">Talk about having a full house. <span id="kobo.196.3">But my cousin was thoroughly enjoying fatherhood. <span id="kobo.196.4">Tyler turned down a job to coach his old team, saying he wanted to spend time with the kids while they were babies and that he could always go back to coachingter on.


    <span id="kobo.197.1">Tate and Lexi had a baby boy justst year. <span id="kobo.197.2">Liz and Den had two adorable girls. <span id="kobo.197.3">Luke and Megan had twins three years ago. <span id="kobo.197.4">That’s when we realized that somewhere in the family, we probably had a twin gene that had been dormant until our generation started having babies.


    <span id="kobo.198.1">Travis and Bonnie had a second baby girl three years ago. <span id="kobo.198.2">Avery and Sam also had an adorable girl.


    <span id="kobo.199.1">As for Dom and me, well, we’d been busy. <span id="kobo.199.2">He came up to me, holding Millie, our one-year-old daughter, in his arms and our four-year-old son, Harry, by the hand. <span id="kobo.199.3">I’d always wanted arge family, but my current pregnancy had been a bit of a mishap. <span id="kobo.199.4">I thought you couldn’t get pregnant while breastfeeding. <span id="kobo.199.5">Turned out, I was wrong. <span id="kobo.199.6">But Dom and I were happier than ever.


    <span id="kobo.200.1">Harry kissed my belly.


    <span id="kobo.201.1">‘Is the bunny ready yet?’ <span id="kobo.201.2">he asked, making meugh as Dom just shook his head.


    <span id="kobo.202.1">We’d told him once that I had a bun in the oven, and ever since, he kept asking every few days if the bunny was ready. <span id="kobo.202.2">He was growing up fast, but sometimes I forgot he was still a toddler and took everything literally.


    <span id="kobo.203.1">‘Not yet, Harry. <span id="kobo.203.2">We still need to wait a few months,’ I exined.


    <span id="kobo.204.1">‘Babe, are you feeling okay? <span id="kobo.204.2">Want to lie down for a bit?’ <span id="kobo.204.3">Dom asked.


    <span id="kobo.205.1">‘I did earlier,’ I said.


    <span id="kobo.206.1">Kimberlyughed. <span id="kobo.206.2">“For like two seconds.”


    <span id="kobo.207.1">‘Thank you for your support, Kimberly,’ Dom said with a grin.


    <span id="kobo.208.1">‘I feel fine,’ I cut in.


    <span id="kobo.209.1">I’d been sick most of the time during the previous pregnancies—somehow I’d had morning sickness thatsted for the whole nine months—but I was doing better this time around.


    <span id="kobo.210.1">‘Can I go y with my cousins?’ <span id="kobo.210.2">Harry asked. <span id="kobo.210.3">He spoke surprisingly clearly for a kid his age. <span id="kobo.210.4">It was one of the reasons why I sometimes forgot that he was still so young.


    <span id="kobo.211.1">‘Sure,’ I said. <span id="kobo.211.2">‘It was such a great idea to remove the separators between the suite gardens.’


    <span id="kobo.212.1">‘I agree.’ <span id="kobo.212.2">Dom kissed my cheek, putting his hand on my belly.


    <span id="kobo.213.1">‘She’s sleeping.’ <span id="kobo.213.2">I’d never tire of this feeling of creating a human being inside me, feeling her every time she turned around and even when she woke up.


    <span id="kobo.214.1">“You sure you don’t need to lie down?”


    <span id="kobo.215.1">“No, I slept on the ne.”


    <span id="kobo.216.1">“I know,” Dom said.


    <span id="kobo.217.1">“We <span id="kobo.218.1">all<span id="kobo.219.1"> know,’ Sam added,ing up behind us.


    <span id="kobo.220.1">I turned around to face him. <span id="kobo.220.2">‘What do you mean?’


    <span id="kobo.221.1">‘Oh, nothing.’ <span id="kobo.221.2">He schooled his features.


    <span id="kobo.222.1">I pointed at him. <span id="kobo.222.2">‘Cousin?’


    <span id="kobo.223.1">‘You were snoring.’


    <span id="kobo.224.1">I sped my hand over my mouth. <span id="kobo.224.2">‘Oh my God. <span id="kobo.224.3">You think everyone heard me?’


    <span id="kobo.225.1">‘No… <span id="kobo.225.2">Maybe just half the ne.’


    <span id="kobo.226.1">‘Oh God.’ <span id="kobo.226.2">I zeroed in on Dom. <span id="kobo.226.3">‘Why didn’t you wake me up?’


    <span id="kobo.227.1">‘You were exhausted. <span id="kobo.227.2">Of course I didn’t wake you up.’


    <span id="kobo.228.1">I looked at Sam again. <span id="kobo.228.2">‘Can you, I don’t know, give me something?’


    <span id="kobo.229.1">‘For snoring?’ <span id="kobo.229.2">He seemed stunned.


    <span id="kobo.230.1">‘Yes, so I don’t terrorize everyone on the way back too.’


    <span id="kobo.231.1">Sam now looked at Dom in rm.


    <span id="kobo.232.1">‘You opened this can of worms, man. <span id="kobo.232.2">Fix it,” Dom said.


    <span id="kobo.233.1">‘There’s nothing I can do here. <span id="kobo.233.2">Just rx, okay? <span id="kobo.233.3">Oh, I think I heard someone calling me,’ Sam said quickly, then darted off.


    <span id="kobo.234.1">I saw right through his fib, but I’d let it slide—this time.


    <span id="kobo.235.1">‘Don’t worry about it. <span id="kobo.235.2">You’re gorgeous,’ Dom said, kissing my forehead.


    <span id="kobo.236.1">I couldn’t evene too close to him because my belly was pretty sizable even though I wasn’t that far along. <span id="kobo.236.2">People kept asking me if I was having twins. <span id="kobo.236.3">I wasn’t. <span id="kobo.236.4">I’d repeatedly asked the doctor.


    <span id="kobo.237.1">We’d set up a huge firepit that we’d tried to babyproof as much as possible and ced lots of benches in a circle around it.


    <span id="kobo.238.1">The only ones missing were my dad and his family, Lena and Emmett, and Gran and John. <span id="kobo.238.2">Gran wasn’t flying muchtely, and my aunt and uncle didn’t want us all to be away from home at the same time, just in case she and John needed something.


    <span id="kobo.239.1">Paisley hadn’t wanted toe either. <span id="kobo.239.2">She had her own group of friends and dered that vacationing with her family was uncool. <span id="kobo.239.3">Tate was still processing that, even though he had his hands full with the little ones.


    <span id="kobo.240.1">I sat down on a bench, unsure if I’d ever be able to get up again. <span id="kobo.240.2">Maybe I’d just roll off it.


    <span id="kobo.241.1">‘I’ll bring you a te of food,’ Dom said.


    <span id="kobo.242.1">‘Thanks.’


    <span id="kobo.243.1">Tate was sitting next to me, brushing his daughter’s hair. <span id="kobo.243.2">My heart filled with tenderness watching this mountain of a man holding a bright pink brush and carefully running it through her silky strands.


    <span id="kobo.244.1">‘Still not happy that Paisley isn’t with us?’ <span id="kobo.244.2">I asked.


    <span id="kobo.245.1">He grumbled, ‘I’m getting used to it, slowly.’


    <span id="kobo.246.1">‘No, you’re not.’


    <span id="kobo.247.1">Heughed. <span id="kobo.247.2">‘No, I’m not. <span id="kobo.247.3">But that’s fine. <span id="kobo.247.4">I’m d we all came here.’


    <span id="kobo.248.1">‘It’s one of my favorite hotels,’ I said. <span id="kobo.248.2">Right here at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, life seemed easier, more serene somehow. <span id="kobo.248.3">We didn’t have anything toin about—except my snoring.


    <span id="kobo.249.1">Dom came back with a te of food and sat down next to me. <span id="kobo.249.2">Our girl had fallen asleep on him.


    <span id="kobo.250.1">‘You can put her down in one of those mobile cribs.’ <span id="kobo.250.2">We’d set a few of them around, knowing that at any given time, there were going to be at least a few kids sleeping.


    <span id="kobo.251.1">‘No, I’m fine like this. <span id="kobo.251.2">I like it when she’s sleeping on me.’


    <span id="kobo.252.1">Oh, be still my beating heart.<span id="kobo.253.1"> His love for us would never cease to surprise me. <span id="kobo.253.2">I’d never take it for granted.


    <span id="kobo.254.1">‘We’ve also got Maxwell wines circting around. <span id="kobo.254.2">For those who can drink,’ Tate added, looking at me apologetically.


    <span id="kobo.255.1">Iughed. <span id="kobo.255.2">‘That’s okay. <span id="kobo.255.3">I’m d to see everyone else is enjoying it.’


    <span id="kobo.256.1">‘You know, I think we were a bit too optimistic with all these benches,’ Den said,ing to us, holding a ss of wine. <span id="kobo.256.2">It was the first break he’d taken since we arrived. <span id="kobo.256.3">He seemed to constantly be chasing one kid or another, even those who weren’t his. <span id="kobo.256.4">‘It’s not like we can all sit down at the same time.’


    <span id="kobo.257.1">‘No, we can’t,’ I said, ncing around. <span id="kobo.257.2">I was looking for Harry, but I needn’t have bothered. <span id="kobo.257.3">Dom was already following him with his gaze, never letting him out of sight.


    <span id="kobo.258.1">Luke came up to us, and he, too, was carrying a sleeping baby. <span id="kobo.258.2">Just then, Tate jumped up from the bench, chasing his girl, who’d hopped off from hisp.


    <span id="kobo.259.1">We were all definitely busy, but we managed to enjoy our afternoon snack out in the garden. <span id="kobo.259.2">The weather was perfect for the week ahead, and that wasn’t always the case in June in the Rocky Mountains.


    <span id="kobo.260.1">***


    <span id="kobo.262.1">A<span id="kobo.263.1"> few hourster,<span id="kobo.264.1"> the kids had run out of energy, and we were all relishing one of those rare and brief moments of silence when Dom suddenly got up with a ss and lowered our girl into a crib.


    <span id="kobo.265.1">He cleared his throat. <span id="kobo.265.2">‘Everyone, I’d like to say a few words.’


    <span id="kobo.266.1">‘We’re listening,’ Tate said from next to me.


    <span id="kobo.267.1">‘I’m very happy that we’re all here today, and that we managed to take time off as a family. <span id="kobo.267.2">When I met you all six years ago, I instantly realized that you were a special group by the way you rallied around Reese and also epted me into your ranks. <span id="kobo.267.3">I’m proud to have married into the Maxwell family and to be here with all of you. <span id="kobo.267.4">I couldn’t have wished for a more loving wife or a more caring family, and I want to toast to that.’


    <span id="kobo.268.1">There was a chorus of ‘Hear, hear’ and the sound of clinking sses.


    <span id="kobo.269.1">Dom sat down next to me, and I kissed his cheek. <span id="kobo.269.2">‘Have another ss for me, will you?’ <span id="kobo.269.3">I whispered. <span id="kobo.269.4">‘And thank you for the beautiful words.’


    <span id="kobo.270.1">‘You’re wee, love.’


    <span id="kobo.271.1">Travis joined us just then. <span id="kobo.271.2">He’d been inside the hotel, chatting with the staff.


    <span id="kobo.272.1">‘That sounded like a toast,’ he said.


    <span id="kobo.273.1">Dom blinked. <span id="kobo.273.2">‘Man, I didn’t realize you weren’t here.’


    <span id="kobo.274.1">Travis startedughing. <span id="kobo.274.2">‘That’s fine. <span id="kobo.274.3">Plenty of Maxwells to go around. <span id="kobo.274.4">Now, I’m starving, so you can fill me inter.’


    <span id="kobo.275.1">We all stayed out in the garden until the sun set, then went back to our respective suites. <span id="kobo.275.2">We had a full schedule tomorrow; today was just to rx and enjoy each other.


    <span id="kobo.276.1">The suite was eerily quiet. <span id="kobo.276.2">Somehow we’d managed to get both our kids to sleep in record time. <span id="kobo.276.3">I slipped under the covers, and Dom moved right in behind me. <span id="kobo.276.4">He turned onto one side, propping his head on his elbow and putting his other hand on my belly. <span id="kobo.276.5">He kissed my neck lightly, and I squirmed against the sheets. <span id="kobo.276.6">Just then, the baby turned around.


    <span id="kobo.277.1">‘You felt that?’ <span id="kobo.277.2">I asked.


    <span id="kobo.278.1">‘Yes!’ <span id="kobo.278.2">He smiled widely. <span id="kobo.278.3">‘I’ll never tire of you being pregnant.’


    <span id="kobo.279.1">I grinned. <span id="kobo.279.2">‘I love it, too, especially because it’s easy this time around.’


    <span id="kobo.280.1">He wiggled his eyebrows. <span id="kobo.280.2">‘What do you think? <span id="kobo.280.3">After she’s here, should we go for number four?’


    <span id="kobo.281.1">I smiled, putting a hand on my belly too. <span id="kobo.281.2">‘I think you can talk me into that by using the legendary Waldorf charm.’


    <span id="kobo.282.1">I’d loved growing up in a huge family. <span id="kobo.282.2">And I loved even more that we were creating our own.
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