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“I can’t believe he hurt my sister,” Jackson said.
“You never cared about me being hurt before,” Kat replied.
“I’ve always cared, Kat. Who do you think beat up that high school prick who got a little handsy when you told him to leave you alone?”
“That was you?”
“I’ve always watched out for you. You're my little sister and I love you.”
“I love you too, Jackson. Even when you’ve been a dick to me.” She punched him playfully in the arm to keep things from getting too serious.
“Are you going to be okay, Kat?” I asked, just to be sure.
“I will be,” she said, giving me a small smile. “I’m tougher than this.”
“I know you are,” I agreed.
She looked between Jackson and me. “I think it’s about time to practice my French insults.”
She went into the house, and even though I wanted to follow her, Jackson held me back. “She’s going to be okay,” he said.
“And you? Are you going to be okay?”
My question seemed to take him by surprise. “Me? Why?”
“The drinking.”
“Oh,” he said. “If it’s any consolation, I have the name of a therapist and plan to call first thing in the morning. Something I never thought I would do. I looked up AA meetings online and there’s one near here tomorrow evening that I plan to go to.”
“I’m proud of you, Jackson.”
“I need to do this. I knew I needed to do it before, but this baby… it really puts things into perspective. I don’t want to make the same mistakes my dad did, I want to give our family a happy life.
I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.
We were human. We might make mistakes at times. We had our flaws, and I knew all of us had some healing to do. But I believed in us, and at the end of the day, that’s what mattered most.
I believed in us.
Epilogue
HARPER
One Year Later
Marriage might not be in the cards for me, but I was okay with that. I was a Bishop, and soon, with Jackson’s legal help, my last name would reflect that.
My son was a Bishop from day one, and he looked just like his fathers. Kat had hoped for a girl, since the boys were outnumbering us, but she would have to wait a bit longer.
She loved her nephew more than life itself though, that much was clear from how we couldn’t peel him out of her arms every time we were together. The boys were already asking when we could try for another, and I was happy to have more—one day.
Milo Bishop was our world though, and perhaps the most spoiled child I’d ever known. How many infants got to fly via a private jet to spend the holidays in France, after all? It was going to be his family tradition now too, just like it was for his fathers. But one thing that had changed, as our family grew, we decided to travel more comfortably. Jackson had the connections, and we were now the owners of a small jet, which still blew my mind. I was just a poor girl from South Carolina, how was this my life?
Arriving at the chateau, not much had changed with the house. The decorations were subtle, as before. The food, amazing as always. But a lot had changed withus.
The boys and I didn’t have to hide our affection for each other. Not only did Rose and Kat accept our relationship for what it was, they were supportive and happy for us.
Milo had his own room set up in the chateau—they had converted a library to a nursery with baby blue walls and a mural of zoo animals but just like at home, Milo slept in a crib not far from where his dads and I slept in our big, oversized bed. I never had to worry about who would get up with the baby in the night, someone was always there. With four parents, it was a lot easier to raise a little one, and I had to admit that Milo wasn’t the only one spoiled with the arrangement.
