Page 89 of Billionaire Accidental Daddy

And then we share a ride home. Together.

EPILOGUE

Two years after our proposal—the real one—Amelia walks down the aisle toward me, on a garden rooftop in Manhattan. It’s an intimate, personal ceremony, filled with the people we love. Also, my dad.

Kidding. Mostly.

My dad and I have been getting on better since he retired, started going to gamblers anonymous, and passed control of the company to me. It’s never going to be an easy relationship, but I still meet him for breakfast, twice a month now.

Amelia takes another graceful step down the aisle.

I wanted to get married immediately, but Amelia didn’t want to be heavily pregnant during her wedding. Then she didn’t want to be sleep deprived. Then her business was taking off, and she needed to focus on it. Then she wanted an outdoor ceremony but didn’t want to get married in winter.

I finally put my foot down at the last one, which is why we’re outside in February, surrounded by enough heat lamps to keep everyone toasty.

I think the real reason was because there was still some part of her that couldn’t believe this was real. After all her manyheartbreaks, there was a part of her that was scared to believe that this time, love could last.

But I convinced her eventually. I’m good at winning.

Amelia looks radiant. She’s in this simple white silk thing that floats over her curves and shimmers in the sunlight. A flower crown sprinkled in real gold dust sits on her curls.

I know it’s real, because when Amelia protested the expense, her best friend Maddy called me to have me convince Amelia that she really could have anything she wanted for this wedding.

This is the first time I’m seeing it on her though.

I hear baby fussing at the same time Amelia does, and our eyes snap toward the front row, where my mom’s cradling her grandson, James.

James catches my eyes and wiggles, waving with his whole arm. I wave back, my heart still clutching a little bit.

“Dad,” Kiera hisses next to me. “Stand still. You’re the groom. People arelooking.” She’s our flower girl and our entire wedding party. Right now, she’s waiting for Amelia to reach the front, so she can take Amelia’s bouquet for her, and go sit with all the grandparents.

Kiera’s whisper must travel because Amelia’s doing her best not to crack up laughing.

I love you, I mouth to Amelia.

I love you too, she mouths back.

I didn’t know I could be this fucking happy.

When Amelia reaches me, I break the rules and kiss her.

Maddy, our wedding officiant, clears her throat. And then she clears it again, louder.

I pull away, reluctantly.

Amelia looks up at me, eyes soft with love, and something else that bodes well for our wedding night.

Maddy begins, “Friends and loved ones—”

“I’m glad you cut in front of me in line,” Amelia blurts. “On the day we met. I’m glad you were an asshole.”

“I’m glad you stood up to me. And stole my coffee. And sprayed my dad in the face with your hairspray.”

People laugh.

I take Amelia’s hands. “I’m glad it was you. I’m glad it was always you.”

Amelia smiles, blinking back tears.

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