All the choices I have made and the lies I have told have lead up to this moment in my life.
Sometimes life has a way of choosing your path for you.
Some call it fate.
Epilogue
Three years later…
I am sitting comfortably in my beach chair, well, as comfortable as I can be at this size. I look out in front of me and see my guys. Tyler and Jace spend their Saturday’s playing soccer and football on the beach. They are so cute together. Tyler is the best dad.
Jace still has his father’s curls. I never could bring myself to shave them off. Besides, they suit him.
My son’s face still haunts me with the ghost of his father, and three years after his death it never gets any easier. I still feel Brian with me, every time the wind blows I almost hear him whisper my name. He will always be a part of me.
Tyler has been so patient and understanding. He even takes the time to talk to Jace about Brian even though he never met him. Although Tyler is now legally Jace’s dad, he never wants our son to forget who his father was.
Beverly Case didn’t live long enough to get her visits with Jace. They say she died of a broken heart. She passed away a few months after I married Tyler. I guess Faye was right about another thing. She always said death comes in threes. Beverly did include Jace in her will. Her lawyer had most of Brian’s sports memorabilia shipped to us along with photos and mementos. Giving Jace things to connect to who his father was.
Tyler comes jogging over to me and places his hand on my stomach and gives it a rub, while leaning down to kiss my cheek. “How are my girls doing?”
“We’re hungry.” He helps to pull me from my chair. “I have been thinking about a name,” I tell him.
“Yeah, what are you thinking, we’re getting close to her due date.”
“Well, I was thinking I want to call her Dava, after your brother Davie. Dava Brianne, for Brian too.”
“Sugar, I think that’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Eww, stop making out. That’s gross,” Jace shouts.
“One day little man, you won’t think it’s gross. Not all girls have cooties,” Tyler teases him.
Jace scrunches his nose, but then a huge smile stretches across his face when a little girl from his class asks if he wants to build a sandcastle with her.
“That’s my boy,” Tyler says with a chuckle as Jace takes her by the hand to get a bucket of water to wet the sand.
About the Author
Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance, best kn
own for her bestselling romantic suspense novel I'm with You and The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.
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