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Eva had said she didn't want any of her father's money, but I thought he owed it to her, and more. For Skylar, Julian, and our future Chloe, she'd decided to keep it.
"It's from social services," she said, surprising me.
I hadn't thought we'd get word back about Julian quite so fast. A new worry gnawed at my gut as she stuck her finger in the slit and opened the letter. Tightening my arms around her, I held my breath as she quickly scanned the single page.
Her eyes lifted to mine, sober and unsmiling. I almost started sobbing right then. We hadn't been granted the adoption, had we? We were going to lose him.
Then tears prickled her eyes. "They said yes. Oh my God. They said yes. We can adopt him."
"What?"
"We can really keep him." Hugging me, laughing and crying at the same time, Eva began to jump up and down and screech her excitement.
"Oh, shit." In a split second, I was crying with her, tears of joy streaming down my face.
Hauling her up off the ground, I spun my woman in a circle as I sobbed into her neck. As we held onto each other tightly, I wondered why this moment hadn't been in any of my glimpses. I didn't know if I'd ever felt quite this happy and relieved before.
But I guess Madam LeFrey hadn't wanted me to see too much. Damn witch had made me sweat it out. Which only made me appreciate the moment more.
"I love you so much," I told Eva, kissing my way up her neck to her mouth.
She found my lips and kissed me back. "I love you too."
"Before we adopt him, though, you have to do me one favor."
"Anything," she promised, only to pause and give me a leery eye. "Wait. What do I have to do?"
I winked. "Marry me."
Eva's Epilogue
EVA
Eight Years After That
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
I smiled over at my husband as he turned into the long lane of our driveway. Trees in the front yard cast a nice shady shadow before revealing our four-bedroom ranch-style home. "Why are you so worried? I don't see how this time is any different than the last."
He sent me a dry look. "The twins didn't exist the last time you came from the hospital after giving birth." He said twins as if he actually meant evil, demon spawn.
I laughed and shook my head. "I'm sure they didn't destroy the house that bad."
Pick snorted. "Reese is probably trying to peel them off the ceiling right now. I'm telling you, letting her and Mason watch our kids while you were at the hospital was a bad idea. Who knows what kind of habits their insane twins have already taught our perfect little angels."
"My God. You're getting dramatic in your old age, Patrick."
But he did have a point.
The two-year-old Lowe children could be quite a terror. They went full-speed all day long, curious about everything and always eager to play.
We heard the commotion from inside as soon as Pick killed the engine and opened the car door.
Glancing at me with gritted teeth, he muttered, "Still think I'm overreacting?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure Reese will pay for anything they broke."
"Lovely." He slid from the car and pulled open the back door to carefully pull out our two-day-old sleeping son. Pausing to stare, his face immediately softened. "Damn, he's perfect."
