Hunter closes his eyes. I can feel his pain. But I know he did everything he could to give this boy double the love over the years.
He gave everything to make sure Wyatt was happy. But he doesn’t have to do it alone. He has me by his side. And we get to give this little boy the life he deserves.
One full of laughter and mischief.
And so much love.
A childhood I missed out on, I get to provide for this little boy.
“We do love you, lots and lots, Wyatt, no matter what you call me,” I tell him.
Hunter kisses my temple, and then his sons. “You two are the world to me.”
No matter what, I am bound to Hunter Sterling and this little boy. I believe he was part of my destiny. I never felt at peace in New York because that isn’t where I was meant to be.
Sterling Ranch is where I found myself.
Where I found love. Where I found a family.
And I know that through anything, I’ve got a man who will burn the world down for me.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
HUNTER
One month later.
Song- Loving Life Again, Ella Langley
I’m sweating through a suit that cost more than most people’s monthly wage, and I don’t give a damn. My city girl likes a cowboy in a suit, and that’s what I’ll give her.
Unfortunately for Ace and Colten, I made them endure the same pain.
Arizona wasn’t created for suits. No matter how breathable they are.
Even if we did pick a spot with a rare bit of shade for our vows. It’s hot as hell.
I take a breath, with both of my brothers standing by my side, chairs filled on either side of the aisle with people we love.
Flowers everywhere.
Lola and Violet spent three days on them. White roses and wildflowers and greenery woven through every surface. Alongthe aisle. Around the arch. Draping from the branches above. It looks like something out of a painting. The kind of wedding Lola described to me in a hospital bed when she thought she was delirious, and I was memorizing every word.
Festoon lights are strung on poles. A dance floor has been laid over the grass.
Lola’s mom is in the front row alongside her aunt. Her mother is already crying, and nothing has happened yet.
“I’m nervous for you,” Ace whispers behind me.
I chuckle, turning to face him.
He’s cleaned up in a way I’ve never seen on him. Suit fitted, hair tamed, tattoos still on full display because some things you don’t hide. He keeps fidgeting with his cufflinks.
Even Colten has a rare smile on his face.
Everyone is here. Even down to the Quinn brothers flying in from Pennsylvania.
Romeo is beside them, phone still in hand because that man has never been off-grid for more than twelve consecutive minutes.