Epilogue:
12 months later.
“Look Eleanor, sweetie. Daddy’s cutting the ribbon on his new House.”
Emily lifted up her barely awake three-month-old daughter, the baby they’d conceived the night he’d declared his love for her. They both watched with pride as her husband cut the red ribbon tied to the front door of the second Eleanor’s House in Australia. This one in Sydney.
A roar of applause went up around them as Nathan shook the mayor’s hand and opened the door to his exquisite new building. Three months in the planning and five months of renovations, but they were here, and she couldn’t be prouder.
“Let’s go see Daddy.”
She held her daughter tighter to her chest as she stepped up the three marble steps and gave her brilliant husband a huge smile.
“Congratulations, Nate.
