Page 104 of Play of Love
Epilogue
Josh
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3years later….
It turned out I was right.
My life didn’t get much better than her.
Amy.
My Amy who I fell in love with every day.
I’d always told people that my parents were madly in love with each other, and theirs was a love I saw grow every day.
I couldn’t believe I had that in my life too.
True love. True happiness. Everything.
And, the same way that my parents were great examples to their children, I knew we would be that for my daughter too.
God,the only thing better than marrying the woman of my dreams six months after proposing to her was the birth of our daughter, Clarissa, a year later.
We called her Clarissa, after my sister, and boy was the name fitting. My little girl was only eighteen months old but the only thing that could soothe her was my sister’s classical music collections. The same collection she took her first steps to, and spun around like she was dancing. Just like my sister did. I sensed a little ballerina in the making.
It was left to be seen.
Everything was left to be seen, but it was all beautiful.
Tonight, Amy were at a charity fundraiser Dior was hosting at the Renaissance hotel. Hilda was babysitting.
Hilda was a model for Chanel now. The woman had a super busy schedule, but insisted on babysitting whenever we needed her.
Amy was talking it up with Evie over by the chocolate fountain. Corey danced close by with Becca, his fiancée.
Dancing to the left of them was Amy’s mom and Dr. Carson.
They shocked the hell out of all of us last year when they got together. Shocked, though we may have been, we were ecstatic for them.
I stared on looking at my wife, the same way I always did and got lost in her beauty.
I was pretty certain it was time to go home because my body longed for her.
“Josh.” Gage punched me in my side.
I forgot he was talking to me. We had remained at the dining table while the girls went to get chocolate.
“What?” I smirked at him.
“You never heard a word?”
“I don’t know.” My eyes went back to Amy.
“One of the questions on the prep list for the ESPN show is when do you plan to retire?” Gage laughed, probably because he knew what my answer would be.
I looked back at him and frowned. Damn ESPN. I had to give them credit though for the way they fished for answers.
