BOOK3 EPILOGUE 1-AVERY
Six weeks later.
The snow was melting, and New Jersey seemed to finally be getting over the deep freeze of winter.
But I didn’t quite believe it yet.
March was just beginning, and everyone knew it was a fickle SOB of a month. But that didn’t matter here.
Our home was always cozy and warm, filled with laughter and love. Rocky starts didn’t matter when happy endings ran amuck.
And Dante definitely turned out to be mine. He was my happily ever after. The kind of man I never dreamed existed.
He was everything I could ever want in a mate and a husband, and the father of my children.
“How are you feeling, Honey?” Dante’s warm breath brushed across my cheek, and I snuggled into him as he held me in the warmth and safety of our bed.
“Sleepy, but that’s to be expected,” I said and sighed against him.
“I can’t believe you’re making me a father again. Good mate. Perfect wife,” he said, holding me close and kissing my temple.