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“It’ll be fine. I promise,” he says. And damned if I don’t believe him. Beckham is the kind of guy who makes things happen. If anyone can get Allie on board with this relationship, it’s him.

“Okay,” I say. And in giving him my trust, I feel a sense of relief. That I’m not alone anymore. That I don’t have to do everything myself. That I have someone to lean on when things get difficult.

“I love you too, you know,” I add, wanting to make sure he knows.

“I know. I knew we were meant to be together as soon as I saw you sitting at the hotel bar.” He kisses the top of my head softly. “Every moment since then has only confirmed it.”

Thirty minutes later, we’re downstairs sipping on coffee when Allie saunters into the kitchen.

“Well, well, well. You two look nice and cozy.” Her blond hair swings with attitude as she perches on a barstool and steals her father’s mug. Her eyes narrow as her gaze moves between us. “Does someone want to tell me what’s going on here?”

My heart is about to beat out of my chest with nerves. I love Allie. She’s always been here for me. I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship. But I also love her father. I’m just hoping that somehow, someway, I’ll be able to keep both of them in my life.

Thankfully, Beckham takes the lead. “What’s going on is that Hannah and I are together.”

“Um,togethertogether?” she repeats, her eyes wide with shock.

“Yes.” Beckham steals his coffee mug back and walks around the kitchen island so he’s standing beside me with his arm wrapped around my waist.

“When the fuck did this happen? How did this happen?Whydid this happen?” Allie's voice gets progressively shriller the more she talks.

“I don’t think that’s really any of your business, Allie,” Beckham replies. He isn’t scolding her, but his tone is firm. Something about it must cause her to stop and think because she settles back onto her stool. While she’s contemplating, I pour her a mug of coffee with a cream and two sugars, just the way she likes it.

“Thanks, girl,” Allie says automatically when I set it on the granite countertop in front of her. I sit down on the stool next to her. She turns to look at me, her big, blue eyes neutral but curious.

“I love him,” I tell her, simply.

She stares at me for a moment and then huffs, rolling her eyes. “Of course you do. He’s the best. And you’re perfect for each other.” She takes a long swallow of coffee. “I just wish I hadn’t found out about it after you’d obviously done the deed.”

“The deed?” Beckham asks, one corner of his mouth tilts up.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Ugh.”

“Talk about what?” he teases.

“No. Just, no.” She takes another gulp, draining half her mug. “And you—” She turns and points her finger right at my chest, stabbing it for emphasis. “I am not, nor will I ever, call you ‘mom.’”

“Why not? I’m going to be calling your father ‘daddy.’” I tease back.

“Ew! Stop it right there and just give me a hug.” Taking pity on her, I wrap my arms around her. She squeezes back. “Welcome to the family.”

I glance at Beckham over her shoulder. He nods, a small smile on his face. Satisfaction fills me. Everything is going to work out just fine.

Epilogue

Beckham

After the fiasco with her last wedding six months ago, Hannah was determined that we do something small for ours. I was happy to oblige her. A few hours ago, with my daughter and her friends in attendance, Hannah and I got married at the courthouse.

It was a simple wedding, but I didn’t care. Hannah looked absolutely stunning in a floor-length, white satin gown. But it was the smile on her face and the happiness in her eyes that really floored me. All I could think when I looked at her was how glad I am that she agreed to be mine.

Now, we’re sitting in a hotel restaurant across from the courthouse, not that different from the hotel where we originally met. We’re all at a table, enjoying a nice dinner.

I’m sipping on a tumbler of whiskey while Hannah sits amongst my daughter and their other friends. They’re already looking at pictures of the ceremony, giggling while they post them to social media.

The server walks by and I nod for him to come over. “Can we get another round of drinks and the check please.”

“Of course.”

I love Hannah. I love seeing her happy with her friends. And I love that she’s my wife.

Now, I want to spoil her. She didn’t want a fancy wedding, and I gave her that. But she deserves something special. So after she’s done with this last round of drinks, I’m taking her on a surprise honeymoon.

She obviously never got one with dumbass. It took a bit of organizing and delegating to get my business stuff arranged, but now I get to spend the next month seducing my wife all over Europe. I want to make her orgasm in over twenty countries by the time we get back. And of course, show her the sights.

We’ll return just in time for her to start classes again, if that’s what she wants. Or she can go back to work. Or she can start her own business. Whatever it is, I’ll support her emotionally, financially, or otherwise. She’s got everything ahead of her, and I’m the lucky man who gets to stand by her side.

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