Page 129 of The Mistakes I've Made
“When you decide you want more than an heir and you find yourself wanting a family instead, you know where to find me. I love you, Daddy.”
Stepping out into the gorgeous autumn day, I felt a wide grin spread across my face as my husband and infant son came up the walkway.
“You look happy,” Taylor said. “Lizzie said someone came to visit you?”
I nodded, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, but I took care of it.”
I’d fill him in on my father’s offer later.
And my refusal.
No need to send my overprotective husband on a full-blown manhunt now. Not when we had more important things to do.
“Ready?” he asked, as he handed our son to his mother, who was beaming up at both of us with pride.
He reached down to pick up the largest, most ridiculous pair of scissors I’d ever seen. Looking out at the crowd that had gathered, a crowd filled with our family and friends, I nodded, my excitement building. We stepped up to the podium, excited to start the next big adventures in our lives.
“Let’s do this!”
