Chapter 167: Epilogue

SIX MONTHS LATER...

SCARLETT SAT STRETCHED OUT on the old, wooden swing content to watch the circus going on over in the flower garden.

Mom threw her hands up and said something Scarlett couldn't hear. She chuckled and knew the others were likely beside themselves trying to figure out how to make Mom happy.

They all called Noemi's mother Mom now. It just felt right. Garth stood next to Mom, shaking his head at the others. Noemi bent, fussing no doubt over the way the blankets lay or how the bow sat.

Benji and Dixie had the whole light kit out and three cameras.

All the attention was focused on the bundle of joy currently sleeping soundly in the cradle Garth had carefully restored. It was one of a handful of old things he'd found in the barn and kept. Judging by the initials on the bottom of the old crib, generations of Livelys had slept in that thing.

And now so would her baby.