Page 27 of Cowboy Crush
He loses control of his emotions now, and a sob breaks free as he jerks me over to him. He scoops me up in a tight hug, patting my back. “I love you, son.”
“I love you too, Dad.” I pat him back. “Now, why don’t you come back inside and meet your soon-to-be daughter-in-law.”
EPILOGUE
HANNAH
I’ve gotten so much more out of life than I ever thought I would. I have a husband who loves me and who would give up his last breath so I could have another. And even though I didn’t follow through with my plans on moving to New York, I still got what I wanted in the long run. I own my own design company, and I opened my own store here in town one year ago. Between in-store purchases and online sales, it’s thriving. We’re selling more and more every day, expanding to more than just women’s clothes but men’s and children’s too. I’ve never regretted my decision to stay with Jameson, but now I’m thankful every day that I was brave enough to make the jump.
It was like the two of us were on two separate pieces of land that were slowly moving farther and farther away from one another. I didn’t have it in me until the very last second when only our fingertips were touching. I made the jump, and I haven’t looked back.
Life has given us many wonderful things. I have my store, my dream come true, but Jameson thought his dream had long passed him by. It wasn’t until a few months ago that he found his way back to it. And no, he’s not living the dangerous life of riding bulls again, but he’s taken his father’s coaching approach. He’s able to be there in the mix—feel the dirt get kicked up, hear the crowd's roar, and feel the adrenaline of his riding holding on for those eight seconds. I’ve never seen him so happy. I know I’m a part of his beautiful story, and that’s all I’ll ever need. It finally occurred to me why I was drawn to him. He’s my other half. We were always meant to be, to create this wonderful life together.
And now, all these years later from that summer we met, we’ve created something else just as beautiful.
“Push!” the doctor tells me, and I do. I give it everything I have, and then a tiny little cry fills the room. I look up at Jameson, and he’s crying with a wide smile on his face.
“It’s a girl,” the doctor says.
Jameson squeezes my hand. “She’s here. We have a daughter,” he tells me. “She’s beautiful. She looks just like you, baby.” He presses a kiss to my hand moments before the baby is set on my chest. He releases my hand so I can hold the baby. I look down at her and am surprised to see that she doesn’t look like me. She looks just like him with dark hair, blue eyes, and a cute button nose with a dimple in her chin. I laugh as tears bubble out.
Jameson kisses my head. “You did so good. She’s so beautiful.”
“We did this, Jameson,” I tell him, looking up at him with tears in my eyes. “She’s ours. Our little baby girl, Sophia. Sophia Lane Fox.”
He smiles, hearing his mother’s name as another tear slides down his cheek. “I love you, Hannah.”
“I love you too, Jameson. Forever.”
THE END
