I gently squeeze his free hand. “Okay, Dad, I told you how I’ve been. Now you tell me how you are.”
“Do you even need to ask, sweetheart? I couldn’t be happier.”
Blinking back tears, I reply simply, “Me too.”
Epilogue Two
Noah
I did it. I totally put a bun in her oven. I am so the fucking man. My wife is incredible, and I can’t wait to see her as a mother. Because this baby? This will make us a true family, and one I’m honored to be part of.
Even sweeter news? In an unexpected twist, we learned from Prescott that the estate attorney over my father’s will had been instructed not to tell us that the will had stipulated our shares of the company be placed in a trust if the heir clause wasn’t met within ninety days, but if we did marry and produce an heir at a later date, the shares would revert to our child. It’s an even happier happy ending. We’ve got this.
Game on.