From Enemies to Expecting
Epilogue
Four local TV stations, two TMZ correspondents and a liaison from Entertainment Weekly covered the wedding of the year between Trinity Forrester and Logan McLaughlin. The mother of the groom told anyone who would listen that she was going to be a grandmother.
Bloom launched the very next day, but Trinity and Logan were busy cheering the Mustangs as they won their seventh straight game. They planned to take a honeymoon somewhere exotic and expensive after the season was over and before Trinity got too big. At twelve weeks, Dr. Dean had proclaimed Trinity’s pregnancy mostly out of the woods. There was still a chance she’d miscarry, but the odds went down significantly enough that Trinity stopped walking around on pins and needles.
Her condo in Dallas sold in one day and she moved to Logan’s Prosper estate, which she’d fallen in love with the moment she’d laid eyes on it. Slowly, her style permeated the property until it became theirs. They bought two dogs, a male and a female, and named them Nolan and Estée.
Best of all, Logan had an extra closet built off the master bedroom for Trinity’s clothes and shoes and almost never complained about what she wore from it—as long as she let him take it off her at the end of the day. Win-win in her book.
The positive publicity from the apology heard round the world, which went viral nearly instantaneously, guaranteed the launch of Bloom would go well, and it did. Its success far exceeded the expectations of Fyra Cosmetics’ C suite, and Alex celebrated by giving birth to healthy twin girls. Phillip, the proud father, sent his private plane to Dallas to collect her friends, and Cass and Trinity in turn collected their husbands to travel with them. Harper flew into Washington, DC, from Zurich with Dante, and the six of them gathered at the hospital to meet the babies.
Logan’s big hand never let go of Trinity’s as they stood at the end of the bed. Her face hurt from smiling. The babies were so precious, and Phillip’s and Alex’s expressions as they each held one were priceless. Awestruck barely covered it.
“That’s going to be us soon,” Logan murmured in her ear.
“We don’t know for sure,” she whispered back, because this was Alex’s day, not hers, and negative talk had no place here. “I’ll be okay either way.”
And she would be. Logan had told her several times that if the worst happened, they’d look into adoption. Or wait and try again. Or buy a horse. All of the above. Whatever she wanted. That fit perfectly with her plans, because she wanted it all—a family with a man who loved her by her side.
As she glanced around the hospital room at the three women with whom she’d built a cosmetics empire, their husbands, children, babies to come...it didn’t matter what happened with her own pregnancy. She had it all already.
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