Page 224 of Endgame

Plus, I knew it was a good opportunity for Stafford to get richer and help more people in need.

And that’s exactly what he’s been doing.

In what little spare time he has, he’s been a vital part of our family. He’s the closest thing our kids have to an uncle.

He loves them, and they love him.

Hopefully, we’ll get to be in his wedding soon.

“Okay.” Nia nods. Both she and August pick their bouquets off the ground. They stare at each other, then at us. “What’s the first line again?”

Aurora’s lips curve up. “Dearly beloved.”

“Dearly beloved.” August opts to try to mimic the tone of my voice when I’m on a business call.

I’d laugh if these two weren’t taking it so seriously. My precious kids.

“Granny, grandpa,” Nia goes after him, referring to my parents.

Technically, they’re their grandparentsandgreat-grandparents. We explained to them how our family tree is built. When it comes to their titles, though, we keep it short and to the point.

Same as we do with?—

“Graunty Lotus.” Grandma-Auntie.

Aurora’s breath catches at the sound of her mother’s name on our son’s lips. My heart twitches as I cast my gaze over their tombstones.

They’re resting now, I’m sure of that.

They are. Together, Aurora and I ensured that justice was served.

“Very good,” I encourage them.

“Dad, you want to marry Mom again?” Our son recites what was easiest for both him and his sister to remember.

My eyes lock on Aurora’s. New tears swirl in hers, the blue in them reminding me of the sea in Capri, Italy. We spend two months of the year at our beach house in Europe, waking up to the bluest waters I’ve ever seen.

But they’ve got nothing on her. Nothing is as deep, as soulful, and perfect as my wife.

With her smeared lipstick and streaks of mascara running down her cheeks, she’s easily the most stunning woman in the world.

“I do.”

“And you, Mommy.” Nia tugs on the skirt of Aurora’s wedding gown, coaxing a sweet laugh out of her. “Do you want to? Marry Dad? Again?”

“I do,” she tells our kids.

She tellsme.

I can’t take another second of not having my lips on hers. And though this kiss is a peck on the lips, as tame as possible compared to our first wedding, we still hearewfrom below us.

Adorable. Sickeningly so.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m theirs and they’re mine.

For the rest of our lives.

The End.