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Epilogue
Palmer
Six Months Later
“I love my bed,” I say to Hudson, hands on my hips.
“And I love my bed.”
We’re deciding what to merge and what to purge. We agreed to live in my house. Adley made the decision, which was good because I didn’t want to move. My place is a little bigger than Hudson’s, so it made sense.
The day after Hudson proposed for the second time, we picked up Adley and told her that Mommy and Daddy were going to be a couple and were going to get married. She didn’t understand it all, but she loved being the flower girl at our wedding last month.
“Flip for it?” I say, grabbing the quarter we’ve already used to decide which kitchen table and which couch to keep.
“Whatever, you can have your bed.” He waves me off.
I drop the sandwiches for lunch on the table and wiggle between him and the table, straddling him. His hands mold to my hips, and I want to grind, but our daughter is in the other room. “You secretly love my bed.”
“Babe, I love any bed you’re in.”
“You and your sweet answers.” I playfully roll my eyes.
“You can have your bed, but I want to bring my chair.”
“Ugh, I hate that chair.” Not really, but I have to make it appear I’m sacrificing something.
Adley runs in and stops, then groans.
“Come here.” Hudson holds out his arm, and Adley runs to his side, where both of us hug her. “My girls.”
There’s nothing better than hearing those words.
“Let’s eat.” I move off Hudson’s lap, and Adley climbs right up into her chair.
“I have a boyfriend,” Adley says after we’ve started eating.
Hudson chokes on his sandwich.
Who? I try to hold back my smile.
“Holden.” She gives us a proud smile.
Well, that’s a very grown-up thing. I’m not sure you’re old enough.
“No boyfriends until you’re twenty,” Hudson chimes in.
“He asked me, and I said yes. You said yes to Daddy.” She bites her sandwich, looking at us as if confused why we don’t get it. “Can he come over for a playdate?”
“No,” Hudson answers, shaking his head.
Sure, I’ll talk to his mom.
The doorbell rings, and I catch sight of a delivery guy walking away from the door. I get up and open the door and find a small box on the porch. It’s a special copy of the book I was writing at the cabin—the one where I altered the ending a bit since it was too close to publication to do with my publisher’s copy. Hudson and I will only ever see this copy I had specially printed for us. I pick up the box and bring it over to the table.
“What’s that, Mommy?” Adley asks.
My new book. I tear open the box and take out a copy to show her.
