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With him.

We’re healed.

And it’s love.

EPILOGUE

Infinity by Jaymes Young

Over a year later

“She’s gonna eat it,” I warn Redix. “Watch. She’s just like her daddy.”

“No, she won’t.” He bounces Glory on his knee. “She’s just gonna—”

And there she goes. She grabs a fistful of the homemade playdough I made, and it’s in her mouth.

“See,” I laugh. “She can’t resist. Just like you.”

Redix laughs, too, while he gently scoops it out of her mouth. “Baby girl, why you gotta keep proving your mama right all the time?”

But she’s too cute to ever get upset with.

Glory Bryant Dean is six months old and the perfect mix of us. She’s got wisps of my dark hair and his full lips and bright eyes.

And she’s got her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

I’m a big softie for her, too.

Being pregnant with her at our wedding only made it more special. Like we were finally blessed. Like our prayers were being answered, we named her after her grandma watching over us.

“Be careful,” I warn him again. “If you get red playdough on those pants, it’s gonna look real interesting in the wedding photos.”

“Shit,” Redix huffs before he gobbles Glory’s cheeks, making her laugh. “My playdough pants are gonna be the last thing people focus on at Silas Van de May’s wedding of the century.”

“Ummm,”—I whirl the lint roller over my lavender dress—“you forget who you are.”

“Cade Bryant’s husband?”

“You’re cute.” I wedge my foot into my heel, then the next one. “And you’re Redix Dean, who’s about to star in another big series with Daniel Pierce, so I hate to tell ya, but they’ll be watching you today, too. So please don’t fuck up your seersucker pants.”

“He’s the only man I’ll wear these for.”

“You look great,” I tell him because Redix can wear a lawn bag like high fashion. “But what about me in this tight dress? I got all these post-pregnancy curves, and I love ‘em, but for a wedding? I don’t know. Is it too much?”

“Hell no.” He pushes away the playdough and feeds Glory a piece of banana. “You’re rocking those tits and ass.”

Yes, I love my new curves, but this is a big day for me too. “I’m nervous about seeing Charlie Ravenel. She’ll be at the wedding, and I know she wants an answer.”

“She’s recruiting you hard, but it’s your call. I support you working here for the Sheriff’s office, or for her, or I can just keep you knocked up all the time.”

“That won’t stop me.”

I smooth my dress, halfway not listening because I don’t know what I want. I love my job. But I could do some good work with Charlie’s security company. And the flexibility would be nice because I do want to be knocked up. At least twice more if we can.

“Hey.” Redix’s husky voice could lift me from anywhere.

I flick my eyes up, and he looks so handsome. The sun shines behind him through the window. He’s sitting at our kitchen table with our baby daughter in his arms, and I swear he glows in a white linen shirt with his hair down.

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