Page 69 of Better Not Pout
It’s the easiest yes that I’ve ever said. I don’t know the future or what will happen along the way, but I do know that I want Wells McCoy.
He’s the man who made me believe that magicdoesexist.
And maybe it’s been here all along.
epilogue
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Rosalie
One year later
Dear Santa,
It’s been a year since I last wrote to you, and so much has changed since then.
As it turns out, Ishouldbelieve in Christmas miracles. Well, if not miracles, then Christmas magic at the very least.
Somehow, even though you don’t exist, you still managed to deliver my Christmas wish right to my doorstep (and by doorstep, I mean next door).
And he’s everything and more.
He’s the man of my dreams, just like I asked for.
So this year?
I’m going to keep this letter short and sweet. There’s only one thing on my Christmas list.
Wells.
Love,
Rosalie Sullivan
“I can’t believewe’re spending our second Christmas together,” I say as Wells closes his truck door behind me. He looks down at the commotion near our feet and chuckles.
Penny’s kicked off a snow boot, and Frankie is currently running circles around us like he’s about to try out for the Olympics.
Clearly, he’s excited to be visiting the cabin and his cousins this year.
A drastic change from his demeanor during the ride here.
Grams knitted both him and Penny brand-new matching sweaters for Christmas. Bright red with little bells that jingle each time they walk.
Which, of course, Frankieloathes.He kept giving us both death stares every time we hit a bump in the truck and the bells jingled. Truly, I barely held it together. His attitude never ceases to amaze me.
Not sure how a dog of his size has the ability to give so much sass, but here we are.
Wells crouches down and helps situate the pink snow boot on Penny’s foot, giving her a sweet scratch behind her ears. “There ya go, my Penny girl. All better now.”
Per usual, my heart flutters, and my ovariesscream.
Every single time I witness him being the most adorable, thoughtful, incredible dog dad, it makes me think crazy, outrageous thoughts about the man.
Like, you know… what he’ll look like as a dad one day.
Of ournon-weenie babies, that is.
