Epilogue

Stone and I are sitting on the picnic blanket beneath the big oak tree in our front yard. There's even a swing, where I'll sit with Stone in my lap on the days Jasper can't make it home from the oil rig. We've been lucky, and that doesn't happen all too often. On the rare occasions, Stone and I would ride up to the campsite and stay with the man who has captured our hearts completely.

"Da," Stone babbles to me while standing and slowly walking towards me.

"Yeah, he's on his way home. Are you ready to see him?" He looks so much like his dad—dark hair, those big beautiful brown eyes, darker skin tone than my porcelain one. He even has Jasper's smirk when he's getting into mischief.

"Ya, ma, ya!" His hands are up in the air now. I swoop him up while getting up off my feet, spinning around in circles.

"Look who that is, Stone," I point to the truck that's barreling down the dirt road that leads to our property. True to Jasper's word, we had the wedding of my dreams, but instead of back home in Lodgeview, it took place on our land. His mom, my parents, my brother, Bridger, his wife, Kellie, my sisters, Peyton and Rowen, along with Rowen's husband, Braxton, and Berkley stood with us.

Jasper stood under the geometric backdrop, sprays of sage and pampas grass weaved through it. He cussed the entire time we built that together. Mostly because I refused to sit down while he tried to hold it up and screw the nails in. I mean, seriously, I wasn't pregnant anymore, though I was postpartum. Still, it wasn't enough to make me sit back and watch him do it all, especially if Stone was asleep. Once he was awake, he was firmly attached to my boob or in Jasper's arms.

It was everything and more. We could have gotten married before Stone was born. In fact, Jasper really wanted to, even if it was just at the courthouse. When we sat down and discussed everything, I really wanted Stone to be a part of our special day though. So, we waited, and it was worth it. Jasper in a fitted suit was out of this world, though he still had a pair of cowboy boots on his feet; those were just fancier than what he usually wore.

My wedding dress was what my dreams were made of, full of lace, long, and tight fitting. It had a cowgirl with a bohemian vibe. It's something that I will never let go of, and maybe one day, Stone's future wife will want it, or any future children we might have.

"Da-da!" Stone breaks me out of my reverie.

"Yeah, he's coming home for fourteen days. Nothing but the three of us, lots of fun and hanging out around here," I tell him even though he has no idea what I'm saying.

We wait until Jasper pulls into our driveway, puts his truck in Park, and that's when we stroll over to him. I watch as he steps out of his vehicle. I don't care what time of the day it is or what he's doing, he still takes my breath away.

"Damn, it's been way too long since I've held you in my arms." He wraps his arms around us. He had a long stretch this time around, a full two weeks away. It was a lot of FaceTime calls while Stone was awake and once he was asleep.

"We missed you." Jasper takes our son, holds him with his left arm, then wraps his other arm around me, our lips seeking one another's.

"Missed you guys too." I figure we'll go inside, where he'll want to collapse on the couch. Instead, we head over to the swing.

"God, I love you," I tell him once I sit down. He puts Stone on my lap.

"I love you, wildflower. There are some changes going on in the company. We'll have to talk more about it when the time comes, but it could mean changes for us—me home more, a possible pay raise, maybe a pay cut." Jasper starts pushing the swing.

"There's not enough money in the world that could keep you away from us. We live well within our means. If it's a pay cut, we'll be good. It's not like I don't clip coupons either way." I turn my head, letting him know how I feel.

"I have no doubt about that. I just wanted to let you know." He nods his head. And that's how we spend our evening. We don't rush through our evening outside, in fact we stay out until the sun starts to drift out of our sight. I may have had slight doubts about our home at first, but I'm so thankful Jasper saw through the bad and reached for the good. This place is holding more than a house with four walls—it holds all the memories we've made and all the ones we'll continue to make.