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Looking past him, I saw Sophia speaking to the group of people who had walked up to the window. She was explaining about the park and the membership system to them.

“I was thinking we could keep this to ourselves for a bit. I’m so early on in the pregnancy, and with the park opening, there is going to be so much going on.”

Nate laced his fingers in mine. “I agree. I’d like to keep this between us for now.”

“Me too.”

“I cannot wait to get you home and make love to you.”

I giggled. “I was already wishing there was a place we could sneak off to, but I guess it wouldn’t look good for us to not be here when the place opens!”

Nate tossed his head back and laughed.

More people started to pull in and park.

“Come on, my future wife and mother of our child. Let’s get our party hats on and open up this dog park.”

As we walked back through the gates and I saw our families laughing and having such a wonderful time with the dogs that were slowly filling the park, I reached over and pinched myself.

“Nope, not dreaming.”

Epilogue

NATHAN

Eleven Years Later

“I cannot believe Rhett and Ryder have graduated,” Haven said as we walked up to Uncle Brock and Aunt Lincoln’s house, our ten-year-old daughter, Emma, and six-year-old son, Walker, walking between us.

“Is it true that Uncle Blayze and Aunt Georgiana mixed them up after they were born?” Emma asked.

I laughed. “I think they have been mixing them up since their birth.”

“How do we know Rhett is Rhett and Ryder is Ryder, then?” Walker asked.

Haven took that question. “One of them has a birthmark, and that is how they can tell. But Rhett and Ryder like to play tricks on their mom and dad and pretend to be the other one.”

“I wish I had a twin,” Emma said. “Then we could trick you and Daddy!”

“I don’t want a twin,” Walker interjected. “I do wish we had a goat, though.”

Haven and I stopped walking and looked at our son.

“A goat?” we both asked at the same time.

Walker nodded. “Like Aunt Lily has. She has goats.”

Haven looked at me, confused. “She does?”

I shrugged. “If she does, I didn’t know about it.”

“Bear would chase the goats, Walker,” Emma said, her little hands on her hips. She reminded me of her mother so much thatit was unreal.

“He’s too old to chase anything,” I replied to Emma.

Haven took Walker’s hand once again and started up the steps. “He still has spunk left.”

“Daddy?” Emma asked, pulling me to a stop.

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