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“Yes, I’ll marry you,” I say it again.

“Good, because we want to spend the rest of our days making you the happiest woman on earth,” Jagger replies and then kisses me.

He tastes like eggnog and nutmeg, like sweet heaven with a deliciously dangerous edge, and he was there for me when I needed him the most.

“Who knows, we might even have more kids,” Knox says, smooching my cheek until it turns pink. “You did mention you want a big family.”

“Can we wait for this little guy to pop out first?” I reply, crying tears of joy as I lose myself in their embrace.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Diesel says. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Yeah, we do, don’t we?”

“Mommy’s getting married?” Kyra cuts in, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Samson runs a hand through his thinning hair. “How do we explain this one, fellas?”

“We’ll figure something out,” I say, then nod at my daughter. “Yes, honey. Mommy’s getting married and you’re going to be my flower girl.”

“YAY!” she screams and throws her little fists up in the air.

Samson can’t take all that cuteness, so he sweeps her out of her chair and twirls her around the room as the joy of Christmas and the purest kind of happiness wash over the clubhouse. I had secretly hoped for something like this, but after everything that’s happened, I figured why rush anything?

We were just lucky to be alive and still together.

And now, we’re even luckier as we look forward to the next happiest day of our lives.

“It’s going to be good; I know it,” Jagger whispers.

Around us, the celebration swells as Shay brings out the champagne.

Epilogue II

Robyn

“I’m a lucky girl,” I tell Samson as I come down the clubhouse steps.

He takes a moment to look at me, affectionately admiring me from head to toe. I feel a tad self-conscious, though I shouldn’t. Six months after giving birth to a gorgeous baby boy, I’m pretty much back to my original shape. My hips feel a tad fuller and my breasts heavier, but the guys say I’m more beautiful than ever, and I believe them.

“Honey, they’re the lucky ones for bagging a goddess like you,” Samson finally says. “You look spectacular, especially in white.”

“Who’d have thought that Shay had so many hidden talents, huh?” Ellie quips as she joins us in the hallway, wearing her purple maid-of-honor gown. “I had no idea she could put together such a work of art in such a short time.”

“It is a work of art, isn’t it?” I smile, fawning over my dress.

“It is when you’re the one wearing it,” Ellie says and gives me a wink.

“I can’t thank you enough for making it down here for this,” I say, holding her hands.

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t have missed your wedding day, not even if I got shot again,” she chuckles dryly.

Samson raises an eyebrow. “Maybe try to stay alive for a little while longer,” he says. “I’m pretty sure you’re quite liked around here, missy.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

“Alright, we need to get this show on the road, ladies. The grooms are waiting.”

I give Samson a worried look. “How are they holding up?”

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