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“I love you, and I want us to be together,” he whispers. “You are mine. I am yours.”
I remain silent, tears streaming down my face.
“I'm willing to do whatever it takes to have you back. Please tell me you will come back to us.”
I am unable to speak. My heart is thumping so hard, and it’s as if I lost the ability to put a simple thought together.
“Ever since you left, things haven't been the same,” he continues, his gaze never leaving mine. “You became a part of our family.”
He hesitates, and I hold my breath.
“I love you deeply, Ana.”
My heart races and my cheeks flush. I’m relieved to hear he still feels the same way I do.
“Let's take a walk,” he suggests and gestures for me to go ahead of him. I quickly close up the shop and take his arm, falling into step beside him. We walk in silence for a few moments.
He stops and runs a hand through his dark hair. “Addison misses you.”
The wind picks up around us, making me shiver. He looks at me, something soft and tender in his gaze that I haven't seen before. “I promise you, I won't let anyone come between us again.” Brando’s words are raw with conviction, and his grip on my hand tightens. “Whatever it takes, I'll protect you.”
My heart swells. I close the gap between us, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my cheek to his chest. His heart beats steadily beneath my ear, grounding me and connecting us in a way I never thought possible.
“I love you, Brando,” I whisper, and he responds by gently resting his chin on top of my head. I wish I could hold onto this moment forever.
I lift my gaze to meet his, and without another word, our lips crash together in a passionate kiss. His hands cup my face, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine, fueling the fire that's been smoldering between us.
As the kiss deepens, I lose myself in the taste and touch of the man I've grown to love.
“Let's go home,” Brando murmurs against my lips, and I willingly take his hand.
EPILOGUE
ANA
Addison'sfourteenth birthday party is in full swing, and I can't help but marvel at how much effort has gone into making this celebration perfect for her. Balloons in various shades of pink and silver float above the meticulously arranged dining table, adorned with an elegant centerpiece and a shimmering metallic tablecloth.
Laughter fills the air as guests mingle, sipping on champagne and snacking on delicious finger foods. Race is here, arm in arm with his boyfriend, both wearing wide, contagious smiles. They're deep in conversation with Charlotte, who looks radiant in a white summer dress, standing beside her doting husband.
I glance around, taking note of all the little details that make this party so special. From the whimsical fairy lights strung on the ceiling, to the mouthwatering dessert table laden with delicate pastries and a towering cake, it's clear that no expense has been spared. And the person responsible for orchestrating all these wonders is none other than Charlotte.
“Char,” I say, catching her attention as she finishes her conversation, “this party is absolutely stunning. You've outdone yourself.”
“Thank you, Ana,” she replies, beaming with pride. “It's easy to do when funds for the party are unlimited.” She grins conspiratorially. “And it’s the least I could do for Addison. She deserves a magical day.”
“It's not just the decorations,” I continue. “The food, the music, the atmosphere—everything is perfect.”
“Addison is like family to me,” Charlotte says softly, her eyes glistening with affection. “When Brando asked for my help, I couldn't say no. Besides, organizing events like this is my forte, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Seeing everyone here, happy and enjoying themselves, is all the thanks I need.”
“Speaking of everyone being here,” I say, glancing around the room, “where's Brando?”
“Last time I saw him, he was talking to a colleague by the buffet table.”
“Thanks,” I say, my hand instinctively moving to rest on my swollen belly. “I’ll find him.” At nine months pregnant, it's nearly impossible not to think about the little life growing inside me—a beautiful reminder of the love Brando and I share.
As I make my way through the crowd, I can't help but admire how handsome my husband looks, dressed in a crisp navy suit that brings out the warmth in his hazel eyes. He catches my gaze and immediately excuses himself from the conversation, walking toward me with a beaming smile.
“Hey, beautiful.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close for a gentle kiss. “How are you feeling?”
