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“Nope. She is the past. The worst of it. You’re the best. You, my wife, are my future.” I lowered my voice, drifting my fingers along her stomach. “You and our little one.”

She smiled, her eyes bright with tears. She went from happy to sad back to happy a lot. I should have clued in on the whole pregnancy thing faster than I did. I would next time.

She sniffed and wiped at her nose, then tapped something out on her phone, scrolling for a bit. I sipped my coffee, glancing up when she giggled, then looked at me. “I found the website.”

Of course she did. Research was one of her many talents. “Oh?”

“Oh, it’s so awful,” she murmured. “The names. The Grim Rapper. The Scottie Hottie.”

“Does he wrestle in a kilt?” I asked dryly.

Her eyes widened, a grin tugging on her lips.

“What?”

“One guy’s name is Pack’em & Rack’em.”

I grunted. “Nice name. Catchy.”

She shook her head, trying to hold in her amusement. “Bad choice. His opponents call him Packed Rectum.”

She began to laugh. Loudly. She covered her mouth to stifle the sound and snorted. I laughed with her, bending close to kiss her, and shutting off her phone. “Forget her.”

They announced a delay to our flight, and I let my head fall back with a groan. Mila patted my arm, still giggling quietly.

“When you’re done laughing over that unneeded information, Shortcake, I need a coffee,” I informed her.

“Are your legs broken, Hollywood?”

My lips quirked. “I married you so I’d have my little gofer around all the time. Now, do your job.”

She laughed again and stood. I felt the press of her lips, and I grasped the back of her head, kissing her far too passionately for a public place. But I didn’t care who saw us.

I loved this woman. Every side of her. The sweet and funny. The serious and quiet. The deep thinker. The silly prankster.

My Mila. Unscripted, unexpected, and perfectly imperfect.

Perfectly scripted for me.

IT’S A WRAP - SERIES EPILOGUE

SANDY

Twilight was approaching, the shadows moving in and stealing the light. It was one of my favorite times of day here in Port Albany. The way the last of the sun’s rays danced on the water. The easing of the day before nightfall. I glanced around the room. There were people everywhere. On both floors. The food had arrived, and as usual, families drifted together, congregating naturally toward parents and siblings. It happened every get-together.

Jordan smiled, covering my hand. “Everyone,” he breathed out. “Everyone came for this. How wonderful.”

I flipped my hand, squeezing his fingers. “I know. Bentley and the boys are over the moon. I have no idea how the girls did it, but everyone is here. Although, I’m not sure an invitation was issued as much as a motherly demand. Whatever it took, the girls made it happen.”

He chuckled. “The girls aren’t girls anymore.”

I smiled. “They’ll always be girls to me.”

He lifted my hand and kissed it. “You’re the prettiest one here.”

“I’m the oldest.”

“Doesn’t matter. Still the prettiest.”