Chapter Hundred and Forty One

Amelia's POV The house was quiet when we got back. Not the bad kind of quiet. The kind that comes after a storm. Sam was on the couch with a blanket around her shoulders. There was a bandage on her wrist. Ivy was in the kitchen chair, holding an ice pack to the back of her head. Mom was hovering with tea that no one was drinking. The second Ivy saw me she stood up. Too fast. Wobbled. “Amelia,” she said. I ran to her. We hugged. Hard. She was shaking. “You came,” she whispered into my hair. “You actually came.”“I told you I would,” I said. Sam pulled me into the hug too. She smelled like hospital soap and baby. “You’re okay?” she asked. “I’m okay,” I said. “Are you?”She nodded. Then she looked at my stomach. My hand went there automatically. “I’m pregnant,” I said. The words felt new in my mouth. “Like, two weeks.”Sam gasped. Ivy’s eyes went wide. Then they both started crying and laughing at the same time. “Oh my God,” Sam said. “A baby cousin for our boy.”Ivy wiped h

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Chapter Hundred and Forty Two(Final Chapter)

Amelia's POVTwo Years Later.....The back porch smelled like cut grass and jasmine. It was the same porch. The same wooden swing with the chipped white paint. The same string lights Asher’s dad had put up years ago and never took down. The same night air that used to feel like it was holding its breath. Only this time there was no audience. No cameras. No whispering relatives. No performance. Just us. Eleanor was asleep inside in her bassinet. She’d been fussy all afternoon because she was teething, and now she’d finally crashed in my arms and let Asher carry her in like she weighed nothing. He came back out with two mugs of tea. Chamomile. He remembered I couldn’t have coffee anymore when I was nursing. “Here,” he said, handing me one. I took it. Our fingers brushed. He sat next to me on the swing and pulled me in. His arm went around my shoulders, and his other hand settled on my stomach. Not a crash. Not an accident. We’d talked about it for months. In the kitchen at 2

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Author’s Note

To my lovely readers, I don't even know where to begin. How do I put into words what you mean to me? How do I thank you for something as priceless as your time, your attention, your heart? You picked up this book. You gave Amelia and Asher a chance. You stayed with them through every twist, every turn, every heartbreaking moment and every breathless kiss — all the way to the very last page. That means more to me than you will ever know. Every late night I spent writing, every scene I rewrote, every moment I doubted myself — you made it all worth it. There were days I wondered if my words mattered, if anyone would care about these characters the way I did. And then you showed up. You laughed with them. You cried with them. You got frustrated with them. You rooted for them. You loved them. And in doing so, you became a part of their story. You became a part of mine. Writing is a lonely journey sometimes. It's just you, a blank screen, and the voices in your head. But you? You made

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Chapter Hundred and Forty One

Chapter Hundred and Forty Two(Final Chapter)

Author’s Note