Epilogue

Six Months Later

Wesley Blake

It’s been six months of relative normalcy in

our lives. Karmen and I have officially moved into my childhood

home and have started to make it our own. The bar is also

booming.

Karmen has taken it upon herself to hire

better staff and retrain the staff I had. She has also gotten us up

on social media and booked different musicians to play on weekends

instead of only having local bands perform. Our social media is

booming, and people are driving over from other towns to visit our

establishment.

Lenor got a business loan and has bought the

B&B down the road so anyone traveling from far sleeps there and

helps her business grow as well.

There are other things that aren’t going as

great. Like Shane. He drives down to California every second

weekend to see Charlotte but hasn’t been able to yet. She won’t see

anyone, not even her own family. Hopefully that will change over

time but for now there isn’t anything we can do about it. He has

come to an agreement with her father, though. If the baby is his,

all parental rights will be signed over to him with the stipulation

that they are allowed to see the child and get to know him or her.

If it comes down to that, it will probably be for the best. My

heart hurts for all of them, but again, there isn’t anything I can

do about it.

“What are you thinking about?” Karmen asks

as she walks out onto the back deck and hands me a beer.

“Life, and how much it has changed.”

“Are these good thoughts?”

“The best,” I say pulling her down onto my

lap.

We sit in silence as the sun sets and the

stars fill the sky, sharing the beer she brought out.

“I was thinking,” she starts but I cut her

off.

“We should get married.”

“If that’s a proposal, it has to be the

worst in history,” she says and chuckles.

“A proposal implies I am asking which I’m

not. I’m telling you,” I reply. “Besides, I’ve actively been trying

to knock you up since the first time we slept together so it’s only

a matter of time.”

“Do I get any say in this?”

“Of course. But you already gave me your

answer when you told me you loved me.”

She laughs freely, the most beautiful sound

I’ve ever heard. “Fine. I’ll marry you.”

“Thanks,” I say with a roll of my eyes as I

reach into my jean pocket and pull out the ring, I had it resized

this week and slide it on her finger.

“Wesley,” she gasps, staring at her finger.

“Is it?”

“It was Mom’s. She gave it to me a couple of

years ago. She said I would know when I found the woman who

deserves to wear it.”

She turns in my lap, straddling me before

kissing me. It’s soft and sweet and I never want it to stop. When

it does, though, I smile at the woman who owns my heart.

“I love you, Wesley Blake,” she says with a

brilliant smile.

“I love you too, babe.”

The End