Epilogue
Kimberly
Fifteen years later…
“Bet you ten bucks that Dylan’s team wins.”
Westin turns to me with a grin. “Let’s make it twenty.”
“Deal.” We shake hands and after all these years, I still get that tingly electric feeling whenever I touch him.
We turn back to the soccer game in front of us and begin cheering for our sides. We have six kids and they’re all boys. Yup. I live with seven males. Seven.
Every piece of furniture in my house is broken, I’ve broken up more fights than I can count, and I can’t get through a meal without one of them farting, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I love my boys more than life itself.
They’re playing soccer on the back lawn, three on three, as Westin and I watch with our wine. Dinner is cooking in the large commercial oven that we had to put i
