I can see Bray start to say something, probably to tell her to be careful, but I shake my head at him. “We got this. Little cashew is just fine in there,” I assure him.
“Little cashew?” he asks.
I nod. “I mean, we should probably stick with the nut family,” I tease.
“What do you say about getting married next month and then taking your winter break in Paris for a honeymoon?” he asks.
“Really?” I ask.
He nods. “I love that idea.”
Cam walks toward us, and I notice she doesn’t have a champagne glass. She looks down at my belly and back at hers, and my eyes widen.
“No,” I whisper.
She grins. “Yes,” she says as I throw my arms around her neck and squeeze. We both start crying and laughing.
“Two babies!” Ava exclaims as if she’s won the baby jackpot.
There’s more excitement from our friends and family. Anne walks over, and we hug. And then someone turns their phone around to show Bray’s family on video chat. We talk with them for a moment, and then we are bombarded by hugs of congratulations from the remainder of our friends.
Once everything dies down, I turn to Bray, and he wraps his arms around me.
“I can’t believe all of this,” I whisper.
“Me either,” he laughs as his right hand comes back over my barely existent bump.
“You know,” I start. “You saved me, too. You fixed all my wounds, the ones I didn’t know I even had. You made me believe in love again. You saved me in every possible way,” I whisper.
“Right back at you,” he replies as he leans in and kisses me. And just like that, I realize I do get a happily ever after, and it starts right now.
EPILOGUE
Bray
One month later…
“You may kiss the bride,” Al says as I lean in and press my lips to Carly’s. When we asked Al to officiate, he, of course, said yes. And now four weeks later, we just got married on the rooftop with all our closest family and friends surrounding us.
In eight more weeks, we’ll be heading to Paris for a few days while my parents come to babysit Ava.
Our little cashew is developing nicely, and I got to see him or her in a scan a few days ago. The photos are now on the fridge. I’ve moved into Carly’s place for now while we figure out what to do.
After walking down our short aisle and being surrounded by friends and family, I make my way to the guys. They are all standing by the bar already.
Hutch has a shit-eating grin on his face, and I give him a curious look.
“What?” I ask.
Hutch looks around at our neighbors, who all happen to be standing near us.
“I know who leaves the flowers,” he says. A hush falls over us.
“Who?” Al asks.
“Remember Edith’s friend Alice?” he starts. Al nods. “Well, she owns a small florist shop across town. It was on the list you gave me. I just never put two-and-two together, since half of Edith’s friends were florists. That, and Alice’s shop was so far away. Anyhow, apparently, Edith wanted to do something nice for the neighborhood after she got sick, and she started putting the flowers there. As she got sicker, she asked Alice to put flowers there with the same note every day, and to continue it after she was gone, although when I asked, Alice said she does, from time to time, change the note. Apparently, Al keeps her and all their friends well-informed on everything that happens around here.”
“You mean Alice Whittaker, who lives one block down?” Gray asks.
