EPILOGUE - The Wedding

MAVERICK

Eight months later, Southampton

I had a teary-eyed earlier as Cooper carried the precious angel I’d never thought I could love beyond anything in this world. He was five months old today and became the center of our universe. He was our ringbearer, and everyone, oh and ah, as he put on a cute little suit, while Nana and Beatreigh had been giggling since I walked down the aisle with my father, Gaetano.

Like what he promised to my husband when Lake asked for the blessings he would be here, my friends and family, everyone I loved, including Terzo and Celestina. Lake did his luck inviting my mother. Surprisingly, she was here alone.

“What’s in your head, baby?” the most handsome groom I’d ever seen smiled. He still took my breath away when he did that.

After all these years of finding my perfect one, he came to me at the right time, even for the wrong reason.

Then, our whole universe, Atlas Sawyer Bates Winston, came into our world, adding more colors to our lives. Sawyer was my