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I hear Reagan. “Oh shit, here they go again. And we’re going to have to relive this on TV for the rest of our lives.”

We laugh into each other’s mouths. She looks at me and holds my face in her hands. “Is that a yes?”

“Darian, you’re the love of my life. My soulmate. Of course it’s a yes.”

EPILOGUE

TWO MONTHS LATER

DARIAN

“Hey, baby. I want to introduce you to someone today.” I take Jackson’s hand. “This is Jackson, and I’m madly in love with him. We’re getting married next week. We’re doing a small family wedding in Mexico. We’re all going to spend the week down there. Our girls couldn’t be happier about it. They adore Jackson. Now they’re getting the brothers they’ve always wanted.” I smile at Jackson.

He puts his hand on the tombstone. “Nice to meet you, Scott. I want to thank you for helping us to get here. Obviously, you knew Darian well enough to know what she needed to be happy. I want you to know that I’ve got it from here. I’m going to make her happy for the rest of her life. I love her with every ounce of myself. She will never need for anything a day in her life. I promise to treat her like the queen she is.” Tears are streaming down my cheeks at his reference to Scott’s words in his letter.

I touch the tombstone too. “Bye, baby. I love you always. I won’t see you next Friday, but I’ll be back to update you on the girls in a few weeks.”

Jackson and I walk away, arm in arm, with my head on his shoulder. I notice that there are lots of birds flying around over us.

ONE WEEK LATER

JACKSON

My bride is walking down the aisle. She’s so beautiful in a short, casual white dress, holding a bouquet of tulips. Her girls are in similar dresses, but with color. They’re already standing up here.

My boys are next to me in colorful linen shirts and khaki pants. I’m in a white linen shirt and khaki pants.

Trevor was the self-appointed flower girl. He made a spectacle of himself walking down the aisle to rap music while throwing flowers everywhere.

Cassandra, Darian’s parents, a clearly pregnant Kylie, my father, Donna, Darian’s brother, and Will and his family, are our only guests. I rented us all a giant private villa, and we’ve had a week full of fun, food, laughter, drinks, and love.

The wedding ceremony is the culmination of this amazing week. Everyone is leaving tomorrow except Darian and me. We’re staying another week in paradise.

Just before Darian gets to me, she looks to her side in silent acknowledgment of the person we know is giving her away. Then she looks up at me and smiles. I grab her in my arms and kiss her. I hear Reagan snicker, “They’re not even going to make it through the ceremony.” Everyone laughs.

We recite our vows and promise to love each other until death does us part. When I’m told that I can kiss my bride, I pick her up in my arms and kiss the shit out of her. Cassandra and Trevor both yell at the same time, “Get a room.”

We break from our kiss in time for me to see Cassandra wink at Trevor. I don’t want to know what that’s about.

Everyone claps and cheers for us.

We’ve danced the night away, but now it’s time for Darian and me to be alone. I assume she wants to make slow, sweet love tonight.

I climb up on the bed with my back to the headboard. I see her plug something into the side of the TV, and then she comes and sits between my legs. Her back to my front. I’m kissing her neck and slowly pulling up her dress with my hands on her thighs and hips.

She fiddles with the remote control and then I see what’s going on. On the TV is the video of us from Club Yeur. She turns her head around and kisses me. While running her tongue along my lips, she whispers, “I want to reenact that night, Jackson.” Her wish is my command. God, I love this woman.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

AK Landow lives in the USA with her husband, three daughters, one dog, and one cat (who was chosen because his name is Trevor). She enjoys reading, now writing, drinking copious amounts of vodka, and laughing. She’s thrilled to have this new avenue to channel her perverted sense of humor. She is also of the belief that Beth Dutton is the greatest fictional character ever created.

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