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Authors: Marquita Valentine
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She’s beautiful, just like you were at that age. Your dad stopped by the house one day and gave us some pictures. I’ve already framed them and scattered them throughout the house so Mia won’t have to go very far to see you.”
The wind blows, picking up my hair.
I rearrange the flowers I’d brought to Paisley’s grave, and sit down. “Remember her first birthday, when Beau rented that pony for the kids to ride on, and it pooped all over Remington’s backyard? Remington threatened to send it to a glue factory, but he’s all bark, because the next week, he bought that thing for Mia.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t bring her with me this time, but it broke my heart to hear her calling for you and not being able to understand why you wouldn’t answer.” I wave my hand in the air. “But I’m sure you knew that too.
And maybe you already know what I’m about to say next, but I want to say it anyway, because I didn’t get to say it while you were alive—thank you.” My lower lip trembles. “For having Mia, for allowing me to be a part of her life and for trusting me to help raise her with Beau. I already love her like she’s mine. And I promise to take care of her and Beau. I promise to love and always be there for them, even when times get hard. So don’t you worry. Go dance with the angels.”
As I get up, blossoms fall on me, raining down in spots of pink and white. I look around, but there’s not a tree with those flowers in sight.
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O
ne week later
My dad
looks at me, tucking my hand into the crook of his arm. “Ready?”
I think of the man waiting for me, of the daughter who I already love more than anything and nod. “Yes.”
Meagan shakes out the train of my wedding dress. “You look so beautiful.” She kisses my cheek. “Wait about five seconds and then come out. See you at the finish line.”
I grin. She is so stinking happy with Connor that she glows.
The doors open, and my dad and I step into the hallway. The music starts up. It’s our cue to go.
“Did I ever tell you how proud your mother and I are of you?” my dad asks.
“Dad,” I whisper. “You’re going to make me cry.”
“We are, you know.”
I squeeze his hand as we walk down the aisle. My dad takes Beau’s hand and joins it with mine. I can’t take my eyes off my soon-to-be husband. He’s wearing a black tux with a silver tie, and all of his buddies are there to serve as groomsmen.
“Miss Basnight,” Beau murmurs.
“Mr. Montgomery.”
“Plan to make an honest man out of me today?’ he asks as we turn to face the preacher.
“Only if you plan to make a wild woman out of me tonight.”
His breath hitches, and I fight back a giggle.
His buddy, Cole, shoots us a look as he hands over the rings. “Don’t mess this up for him, Basnight.”
From what Beau has told me, Cole is the last person I ever expected to try to chastise me at a religious ceremony. But here he is, looking all serious and worried about ruining Beau’s day.
God love him, and his beautiful wife, Rae.
I compose myself and Cole nods once, like he’s pleased, and I’m back to fighting giggles again.
Beau gives me an odd look.
“I love you,” I murmur, and he kisses my hand.
“Not yet,” Cole hisses and this time the rest of the groomsmen laugh. Wyatt, Parker, Chase, Walker, and Carter—Beau’s mentor—straighten up as soon as Cole glares at them.
“You had your wedding. Leave mine alone,” Beau replies, not taking his eyes off me.
“Fine.” Cole steps back, and the preacher begins again.
After the wedding is over and every picture known to man is taken, Beau leads me to a private corner. He gazes into my eyes, and I see so much love shining there that it takes my breath away. “I love you, Mrs. Montgomery.”
“I love you, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Me, too!” Mia comes running to us and tugs on my dress. “Me too!”
Beau scoops her up, and I kiss her little cheek. “We love you, Miss Montgomery.”
“Yes, we do,” I agree.
She giggles happily, wriggling out of his arms and running to my mother.
Beau sticks out his elbow and I grab it, clinging to him like I’m afraid he might vanish. “I am the luckiest man alive.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing.”
His hot gaze rakes over me, and I flush. “Baby doll, you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
I bump him with my hip. “You knew what I meant.”
He winks. “Can’t help but tease you.”
“I’ll tease you right back,” I say.
“Is that right?”
I tip up my chin. “That’s a promise.”
Another kiss from him, and I’m melting in the cool November air. “Honeymoon is waiting.”
“Monaco here we come,” Beau says. “I’m going to keep you in bed with me for days, Mrs. Montgomery.”
“Is that right?”
He gives me a smile so sexy that I want to tackle him. “That’s a promise.”
Grinning, we walk outside to greet our friends and family.
Beau
F
our years later
Mia runs
to me, shouting, “Daddy, look what I found!”
I kneel on the ground as she draws closer. “Show me,” I say, with the same amount of enthusiasm.
My little archeologist, as Landry likes to call our daughter, proudly shows off the arrowhead to me. “It’s in the shape of a heart.” She hands it to me, with a little admonishment of, “Careful, Daddy. It’s my new treasure.”
I hold it up, examining it closely, while I nod and say, “Hmm.”
“It’s very special,” she says solemnly as she wipes a muddy hand on her purple overalls. Her strawberry blonde hair, all tied up in a bouncy ponytail, shines brightly in the sun. “Grammy says heart shaped arrowheads are good luck.”
I smile and hand the arrowhead back to my daughter. “She’s right. We’ll have to keep this in a very safe place.”
“First, I have to clean it, and then I’ll take it to Mommy so she can help me draw the name,” Mia declares. It’s routine now. Our daughter digs, finds treasures, takes them to me, she cleans them, and then Landry helps her write the names.
As if she were reading my thoughts, my wife walks outside. She gingerly makes her way down the stairs, holding Madeline in her arms.
“Let’s go help them.” I practically run to Landry, taking Mia with me. After trying to get pregnant without success, Landry and I decided to try one last time.
Okay, so she wanted another try. I wanted to forget about it or adopt. I never wanted to touch her again, because the look in her eyes each time that damn stick stayed white was more than I could take.
I blamed myself, but like always, Landry was patient. She was loving and so damn brave that I couldn’t help but be amazed by her.
So, we tried again.
She got pregnant, and I became terrified. Then she stayed pregnant, and I allowed myself to hope. A little over six weeks ago, she gave birth to a healthy baby girl, and I sent up a prayer of thanks... right before I fell in love all over again.
Just last week I added Madeline Montgomery’s initials to the ones over my heart. They join Mia’s... and Paisley’s, because Landry insisted I keep them in tribute, and I couldn’t argue with that, not after all we went through. As for Landry’s... I had her initials tattooed on my ring finger, a permanent reminder for the world to see exactly who I belong to.
“Beau, can you take Maddy, so Mia and I can have some girl time?” my wife—God, I love calling her that—says. “I think someone has been feeling a little left o-u-t lately.”
“Out,” Mia says, and Landry’s hazel eyes widen.
I chuckle and take the baby from Landry. “Guess we’ll have to learn another way to communicate. Anyway, I’ll be happy to hang out with Miss Maddy.”
Mia cheers and wraps herself around her momma’s leg. “Girl time!”
“Thank you.” Landry rises on her tiptoes, kissing me softly. The taste of her is addicting and I want more, but we can’t do more than this. She hasn’t been cleared by the doctor yet.
I pull away, but her hand comes to rest on my cheek and she kisses me again. “My momma’s offered to watch the kids this evening, so you and I can have some alone time.”
“That’s nice of her.” Really, it is, but damn, it’s hard to have such a hot wife and not be able to touch her, like we both want.
Landry gives me a sexy smile, one that reminds me of our honeymoon in Monaco. My blood surges, but I tamp it down. I’m holding my daughter for God’s sake. “My doctor said she thought it was a good idea, too.”
I’m so completely distracted by the combination of her kiss, smile, and the offer of torturous alone time, that at first I miss her meaning. I blink. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
With a sultry grin, my wife sashay’s away, holding Mia’s hand. Suddenly, she pauses and casts a look over her shoulder. “I think you better be ready to show me a very good time tonight, Mr. Montgomery, because I plan to reward the you-know-what-out-of-you.”
“Baby, you are the best reward I could have ever earned in my entire life,” I say, meaning every word. “I wouldn’t be anything without you. I wouldn’t have Mia or Maddy... none of this. I’d still be living my life in circles.”
Tears shine in Landry’s eyes. She whispers something to Mia, and then runs to me, hugging me as tight as she can. “I love you, Beau. You’ve given me the world when all I needed is the man in my arms.”
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Acknowledgments
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couldn’t have written this book without the love and support of my wonderful husband, Matthew. Or the amazing patience of my little ones while Mommy was on deadline.
As always this book was made a bajillion times better by Andris Bear, Carly Phillips, Amanda from Globug and Hootie Need a Book, Andrea from the Bookish Babes, and Autumn from the Autumn Review. Cynthia Shepp for her keen eye.
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ew York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Marquita Valentine, writes sexy heroes that make you swoon and sassy heroines that make you laugh. She's the author of the bestselling contemporary romance series, Holland Springs, and the new adult romance series, Boys of the South.
Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man—and if that doesn't work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.
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