Epilogue.

One year later,

Thanksgiving day.

The room smelt like any other thanksgiving room, roasted turkey, cream, salad and a bunch of people sipping wine. The dinner was about to start, and soon everyone was going to be saying what they were thankful for.

Zoey recounted, she didn't even know where to begin, just one year ago, her life had changed ever so much. Perfectly well, it had gone along.

Dexter came into her life, Rafael stumbled in, and oh, she didn't know how, but they both loved her daughter so much, well. Zara better get used to having two overprotective fathers.

Miranda, Stella and Zoey have become quite the inseparable trio, having tea on Mondays, hitting the gyms, and gossiping about their husbands.

Presently, Zoey was sprawled on the bed, her hands swiping through her phone, just waiting for it to be ringing, finally it chimed. She swiped it up immediately.

"Stella!" She beams, cheeks pink. "How's the baby moon going? Is Mexico alright?"

Stella's voice sounded so angelic from