Page 270 of Keep This Promise
“Imagine it.”
This is all false bravado because I am really fucking bad at telling that kid no. I have a feeling that, in a few days, I’ll be going to the shelter and getting a freaking cat. I really need to work on my issues here.
“If you say so.” Even Sophie doesn’t believe me.
“Am I that predictable?”
“Maybe a little.”
I kiss her nose and release her when I hear her stomach growl. “Why don’t you hop in the shower, and I’ll get us breakfast?”
“Sounds lovely. Make sure you get me a cuppa.”
I nod. “Yes, yes, I’ll get you tea.”
“Not that it’s adequate, but I’ll make do.”
She saunters off, and I smile. I place the order on the television for our meals, getting a variety of things, and then check my phone.
I have a few emails from the hospital, giving me updates on my patients, and then I see a text from Emmett, asking if I’m coming to dinner tomorrow since we couldn’t do poker last week.
Might as well get this over with.
So, I send the selfie from last night to him as well as Spencer.
Me: Sorry you fuckers missed it, but we got married yesterday.
Emmett: I guess you needed to have a secret that matched ours? Congrats, asshole.
Spencer: You and Vegas. Glad you finally did something good in that city. I’m happy for you guys, and when you get back, I’ll be laughing at the hell that Brielle will give you.
Me: Tell her we did what we felt was right. Wish you guys had been here with me, especially Isaac.
Isaac was my best man when I married Jenna, and while at the time, I thought I was making the right choice, getting married this time was so different. Sophie is who I am meant to be with, and I should’ve waited until I found her.
Emmett: He’s always with us.
Spencer: And he’s looking down on us all now, probably thinking we’re nuts.
Emmett: Especially you since you married his sister.
I laugh because it’s true. His death changed us all in ways that I don’t know anyone could’ve predicted. Spencer married Brielle, Emmett and Blakely reconciled because that case brought them back together, and I found Sophie again. It’s not to say that those things might not have happened had he still been with us, but we’ll never know.
Sophie emerges from the bathroom in that robe again, her hair up in a towel. “Everything all right, love?”
I’ve never been one that put a lot of myself in faith or destiny, but looking at her right here, convinces me I’d be a fool not to. Call it whatever you want, but I was meant to be here—with her.
“Everything is perfect.”
And it is.
Epilogue
SOPHIE
~ONE YEAR AND THREE MONTHS LATER~
“I’m so glad you came,” I say as I wrap my arms around one of my protectors.
