The Whole Package

“Sounds good to me.” We clean up before meeting back in the kitchen and work together to make the breakfast.

“What are you guys doing?” comes a sleepy voice.

We both turn to see Bailey standing there in the pink silk robe I bought her. My eyes travel down her bare legs and I have to fight the desire that shoots through me.

It’s been a lot of push and pull to get Bailey to let me buy things—stuff not only for her but for around here, too. I try to remind her we’re getting married so it’s all the same. It’s for all of us. Hazel, on the other hand, is adorably okay with everything I get. I enjoy watching their faces light up when I do stuff for them. Hell, if I’m honest, half of me buying it is for myself just to watch them receive it.

“You’re not supposed to be awake yet!” Hazel runs over and covers her eyes, making Bailey laugh.

“I’m sorry, but the smell of bacon will always wake me up.” She tickles Hazel, making her drop her hands from over her eyes.

I walk over to Bailey and give her a kiss. “Happy birthday, babe,” I say against her mouth.

“Let me go get my card.”

Hazel leaves the kitchen and I take full advantage and grab Bailey’s ass.

“I love you,” she says, and I love hearing her say it.

“Love you, too,” I tell her before leading her over to the table where her coffee is waiting.

I start plating the food as Hazel comes back and sits down next to Bailey. She gives her the card and I sit down to join them. We eat breakfast together and talk and laugh until we’re all stuffed.

“Go get dressed, babe. I’ve got something I want to show you.” She scurries off to get ready, her eyes dancing with excitement. She and Hazel have made a game out of trying to guess what I got for her birthday. It’s really a gift for everyone.

A moment later they both meet me outside and we all pile into the truck.

“What are you doing?” Hazel asks as I drive off the road and through the grass, taking a shortcut.

“I don’t think you can drive over here. This isn’t our land,” Bailey adds.

“I think the owners will be fine with it.” I glance over at her, giving her a wink. I come to a stop in the middle of the field.

“Oh wow, it looks like someone is building something over here,” Bailey says, leaning forward to get a better look.

“Look at the size of their barn,” Hazel says in awe. The red and white barn is a classic, and I knew she’d love it.

“They just started the ground work, so you two really need to design the inside and pick out some colors if we want to be in the new house before Christmas.”

“What?” Bailey looks over at me.

“It’s ours. Well, the house is. Hazel gets the barn, of course.” I look back at Hazel, and her mouth is hanging open.

“Shawn?” Bailey says as she puts her hands over her mouth.

“Happy birthday, babe. Let me show you where we’re going to be living out our happily ever after,” I tell her as she throws herself into my arms.

Epilogue

Bailey

Six months later…

I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. My long blonde hair falls in waves around me, and my dress molds to me in all the right places. Shawn is going to die when he sees it. Then he’s going to enjoy ripping it off me later tonight. My favorite part is the long train that flows behind me.

“You look like a real-life princess,” Hazel says, making me turn around.

“So do you,” I say, watching her do a little spin.

She picked a pink dress that has tulle on the bottom and sparkles all over the top. The small crown she has pinned in her hair makes her look magical. This all feels like a fairy tale. I might not be standing in a castle, but I’m standing in the home Shawn built for us—one he let Hazel and me help design. When it was finished and so perfect, we all decided this was the perfect place for the wedding. I don’t think I could ask for anything more.

Especially after what I found out this morning. Our family is about to grow. I know Shawn is going to be excited, but I wonder how Hazel is going to take it. I’m sure she’ll be okay with it. She loves babies, but change is sometimes hard and I hate when anything upsets her.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” I say, and she stops playing with her dress to look up at me. “What would you think about Shawn and me having a baby?”

“I love babies,” she says easily and smiles. “I’d be an aunt.” She stands up a little straighter.