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“Confused?” I questioned.
“Yeah. Who are you?” He looked me up and down, arching a brow.
My heart stopped, and I swallowed, remembering the doctor had mentioned Blake might have sometemporarymemory loss. I grabbed my phone and pulled up my pictures. The first one was taken the night of the accident. It was of us in the hotel room taking a selfie in the hotel’s mirror.
“I’m Sarah. Your girlfriend.”
“Sarah? As in Deb’s niece?”
So, he remembered my aunt. I knew his long-term memory was better than his short-term memory, so since we didn’t have a relationship ten years ago, I wasn’t mad that he remembered my aunt over me. He had spent way more time with her then. “Yes.”
“And we’re dating?”
“We’re more than dating.” I grinned.
“What do you mean?”
“Let me get a nurse and tell them you’re awake, and then I’ll tell you a story about how you’re going to be a father.”
EPILOGUE
Blake
About Eighteen Months Later…
Wakingup from a coma was weird.
I had a smokin’ hot chick tending to me as though I was in some sort of dream. I didn’t know who she was until she told me her name, and even then, I didn’t recognize the woman she had become. When she said we were dating, I knew I had to be dreaming. Never in my life would I have thought I would date Sarah Watson.
And then she explained how that came to be.
And that we were going to have a baby.
Me, Blake Montgomery, the guy who thought he’d never get married and have kids, was going to be a father.
But the more she told me of our story, the more I recalled. It took some time, but after a few months of therapy, I remembered it all—the good, the bad, the unforgettable. Today would become another remarkable moment because that beautiful goddess who had stayed at my bedside after I woke from my coma was going to become my wife.
“I can’t believe Blake Montgomery is getting married!” Jason boomed as he entered the guest house at Sunset Farms.
About a month after the accident, Sarah received a call from a probate attorney who wanted to go over her aunt’s will with her. Deb had given Sarah her farm. After a few more months, we made a deal with Dos Lobos to provide them with apples for their new infused Mezcal brand. We renamed the farming business Sunset Farms.
Roger wasn’t homeless, though. Sarah offered to let him stay in the house while everyone figured their shit out and, in the end, Roger moved back to San Antonio where Deb had met him. Sarah quit her job in Vegas. The new Club 24 there opened, but instead of living in Sin City, we moved to the farm and Sarah opened a veterinary hospital in the small town we now called home. I still traveled between San Francisco, Las Vegas, and Houston, but I was never gone longer than a few days because the thought of being away from Sarah and our son killed me.
The kicker to my entire story was that our son arrived on the 4thof July. I never told anyone the significance of that date because, in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter. But a part of me found it comical that the same holiday that drove Stacey out of my life was the same one that made my world complete.
Well, at least until I put a few more babies in Sarah.
“You said that before,” I deadpanned as he sat on the couch.
“Yeah, but this time, it’s really going to fucking happen.”
“It sure the fuck is,” I agreed.
A knock sounded on the front door, and Brandon opened it. Spencer was on the other side, and even though I knew I wasn’t in a déjà vu moment, I still held my breath as I waited for her to speak.
“Sarah is ready.”
I walked toward the door. “Then let’s go.”
