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I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring I’ve been hiding for the last week. I take her hand and slide it on her finger.

“It’s so beautiful,” she says, tears welling in her eyes.

“Still not as beautiful as you. Our plane leaves at noon tomorrow, baby girl.”

“Plane? Where are we going?”

“Belize. You’re okay with getting married on the beach, aren’t you?”

She throws her arms around me and buries her face in my neck. “ I love you more than anything!”

“I love you, too, baby girl. More than anything.”

EPILOGUE

AMY

It may have taken an extra two years but I’ve finally reached the end of my college career.

It seems almost silly to me that I kept going, but Andrew insisted that if we finish what we start, we never have any regrets later. And that’s what I did. I continued through two pregnancies and our move out of the city to our new home in the country.

Now, with our lives taking shape and our family growing, I realize that he was right. I’m proud of myself for getting my degree, and I would have felt like a failure if I had quit.

Of course, having a rich doctor husband who sprang for a nanny when I needed to attend classes and study made things quite a bit easier for me. And whenever he could, even if he just came off duty, he’d look after the kids. When he wasn’t at work, he spent every single minute with us.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, I feel a little silly,” I shout to Andrew as he steps out of the shower.

“What are you talking about?”

“I can just get my degree in the mail. Why are we going to this graduation?”

“Because I want to see my beautiful wife getting called to the stage. Because I want to take pictures to put up on my mantel, and because I’m not giving you your gift until you officially graduate.”

“That’s not fair. All the work is already done. This is just the fluffy part.”

“It’s a memory. You more than anyone should know how important those can be.”

He’s right. After living with amnesia, I should cherish every memory.

“Alright, but do I look like a cow in this gown?” I ask, spinning in a circle in my cap and gown.

“A cow? Only if cows have suddenly morphed into sex symbols.”

“That’s sweet but I still have some extra baby weight to lose.”

“Baby, stop. You’re so damn beautiful, I still get a perpetual boner when you’re around. And what about your weight? I like your curves. I like how I can get so much rougher with you without fearing you’ll break.”

“Tomorrow, you need to make an appointment with the eye doctor,” I laugh but knowing that he still finds me attractive means everything to me.

“Just wait until tonight. I’ve been having a lot of fun screwing around with a college girl, but tonight, I get to fuck a girl with a degree.” He takes me in his arms and kisses me. Just like every time our mouths touch, my core clenches and I want nothing more than for him to take me to bed—doesn’t matter if we have an important event to attend.

“Is that my present?” I joke.

“No, baby girl, that’s my present.”

The babysitter is settled down on the sofa in front of the television. Alex is seated on his play mat on the floor playing with blocks, and Amanda is asleep in her bassinet.

“You look great! Congratulations,” Sara, the sitter, tells me.

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