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Maddox also brought out a ring box, with a similar ring.

“Two rings? I’ve never seen anything quite l

ike this,” she said.

They both smiled. “Will you marry us?”

“Oh God, yes. Yes. I will marry you both. This is really happening.”

“Toni, I love you,” Zane said, slipping his ring on her finger. “I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

“I love you so much, angel.” Maddox slipped his ring on the same finger, and she saw the two rings interlocked, creating a single symbol of their engagement. “You have made my life complete.”

They both kissed her.

She smiled, feeling full of joy. “And I have something to tell—”

“Surprise!”

She thought she heard Joel and Restin’s voices. She looked up and saw her sons rushing out of the kitchen with Izzy, Cami, and all her friends.

They all had glasses of champagne.

Clay tapped his glass. “I want to propose a toast.”

“Wait,” she said, pulling Zane and Maddox close. “I need to tell them something first.”

“You did say ‘yes,’ Mom, didn’t you?” Joel asked. “That’s what I heard.”

“Of course I said yes. Just give me a second.” She whispered softly to Zane and Maddox, “The baby said ‘yes,’ too.”

“The baby?” they said loudly together.

Izzy clapped her hands. “She’s going to have a baby.”

“We’re going to have a baby,” they said even louder and in unison.

She took their hands and placed them on her stomach. “Yes. We’re going to have a baby and I’m hoping for a little girl.”

They each kissed her.

“Girl or boy doesn’t matter to me,” Zane said. “I just can’t believe how happy you’ve made me.”

“Me, too,” Maddox said. “I’m going to be a daddy.”

Joel and Restin gave her a hug.

“Mom, I’m so happy for you,” Joel said. “And Restin and I are finally going to be big brothers.”

Epilogue

Five years later

Maddox held his daughter’s hand as they searched for seashells on the beach. He loved this place. This was the fourth year the Gibbs and the Sanchezes and his family were spending Christmas together on the Gibbs’ private island. It was a tradition he knew would continue for a very long time.

“Found one, Daddy.” Coralie, who was now four years old, bent down and retrieved a shell from the sand. “Look.”

“It’s pretty, lil’ cherub.”