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“Ysabelle this is my assistant, Amy,” I quickly stated, taking in her face of pure panic and standing up.

“Oh,” she breathed out, relaxing immediately.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone else was here. I’m Amy,” she greeted, sticking out her right hand.

“Ysa,” she replied, shaking hands.

Hearing her say Ysa made my heart ache and she knew it.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Amy announced, leaving.

Ysabelle placed her hand on her heart. “I think I just had a heart attack,” she laughed to herself.

I tried like hell to ignore her inner turmoil. “I don’t have much more to do and I’ll be on my way,” I informed, moving back to my desk.

“Okay,” she choked, holding in her emotions and backing away.

“Why did you buy this house?” I impulsively asked, stopping her dead in her tracks.

She turned around to look at me. “It’s my home.”

“No. It was our house. Why do you want it?”

“I want to raise our baby here. I didn’t want anyone else to have it. It’s ours.”

“You’re moving back?” I questioned confused.

“I never moved away. I’m done with VIP.”

“In the papers—”

“It was never mine, Sebastian. I needed Lilith to believe that it was.”

I nodded. I had read in the papers the story of Ysabelle’s life. It was there in black and white, everything she wanted to know.

“It’s Brooke’s. I signed it over to her. My life is here.”

“What do you want to do about the baby?” I immediately interjected.

“What do you mean?”

“Ysabelle—”

“Will you stop calling me that?” She frowned. “Please,” she added.

I took in her request; I didn’t want to cause her or my child any stress. “I know you’re going to be an amazing mother, I always did. I wanted sole custody when I thought you were going to take over VIP. Since that’s changed, I will agree to joint custody.”

Her face got gloomier like she was expecting me to say something else.

What did she want from me?

“Are you staying on the island?”

“Of course. It’s my home, too. Unlike you, I never left,” I spitefully reminded without thinking. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s fine,” she sulked. “I left all the paperwork at Chances; I’ve been staying there for the last few days. It’s all signed.”

I nodded. “I’ll come by and get it this afternoon.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

I was done by early evening and made my way over to her bar. I thought about her the entire fucking day. The way she looked, her smell, her pouty lips, her growing belly, my child, our family, and her bright green eyes that had the power to bring me to my knees. I loved her. I never stopped loving her. And will always love her. I didn’t know what the future would hold, I was still pissed at her, but two wrongs didn’t make a right. We’ve both made mistakes that have cost us the other person at one time or another. I wasn’t trying to say that we were even…

However, it appeared to be so.

She was lying in the very same hammock that she was in when I first found her. Chance came and greeted me the exact same way and she followed.

She was wearing a bathing suit top and shorts, her belly was sticking out and her curly hair was flowing. She looked fucking gorgeous. It pained me to watch.

She reassuringly smiled. “We’re standing in the exact same place that you found me. Do you remember?”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

She smiled higher. “Good.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I have fucked up so bad.” She looked down at her stomach and rubbed. “Sorry, baby,” she apologized, looking back up at me with her green eyes that showed more love for me than I have ever seen before.

“There is more to me than meets the eye, if that makes any sense. I have made mistake, after mistake, after mistake. I don’t expect you to forget what I’ve done, but maybe you could forgive…I don’t assume that you would understand; however, maybe you could listen?”

I didn’t answer or move.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She paused. “To come from where I’ve been is like dying and being reborn again. Everything I thought to be true wasn’t. How could I move forward if I was still stuck in the past? I wanted so desperately to be with you. I still do. My mind just couldn’t catch up to my heart. I tried. I swear to you on our baby’s life, I tried. It was like a boulder was chained to my leg and I was struggling to stay above the surface, to breathe. Though, I couldn’t. I drowned. It wasn’t until I found out the truth that I was really free. I don’t know any other way to explain it to you. I never meant to hurt you. I would die before I would ever want to hurt you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Sebastian.” She placed her hands on her stomach.

“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We made something together out of our love. A love that I never thought was possible for me. I was lost until I found you. Until we found each other. I love you. You taught me the meaning of the word.”

My heart was racing and I could hear my pulse through my ears.

“Ysab…Ysa—”

She got down on her knees and I stopped breathing. She held onto my legs and looked up at me with more love than I have ever seen before.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have more babies with you. I want my home with you. You’re the air I breathe, the nourishment that I need to keep going, without you I’m not living. You’re my beginning, my middle, my ending. I’m your girl,” she choked, soaking her face with tears. She pulled a ring out from her pocket. “Marry me.”

It wasn’t a question; it was the very same words I had said to her.

I didn’t care about the past. We’ve both made mistakes and paid for them. People aren’t perfect and neither is love.

All I cared about was the future.

We had truly come full circle. It wasn’t that night at the park. Now…this…moment…it led us back to each other and that’s all that mattered. She was the other half of my heart, without it I’m incomplete.

Mine.

I got down on my knees to her level. Her eyes widened as I pulled out a diamond ring.

“I bought this the day before I found you. I actually had it in my pocket in this very spot that we’re both kneeling in now.”

She laughed, crying.

“What kind of a man would I be if I let you propose to me and not do it back? Marry me, Ysa.”

She tackled me to the ground and kissed me. We kissed like we were both starving for it. The baby sensed it, too, because he or she started kicking, making us both laugh.

I placed my ring on her finger, right where it belonged.

Love isn’t always perfect. It will make you cry, it will make you hurt, it could even make you bleed, bringing you down to the ground in agony. I had personally witnessed it time and time again. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, it can be ugly, or it can be fucking beautiful. Taking away your breath with each moment and memory. Our love didn’t come packaged in a bright red bow, but that didn’t make it any less real.

You have to find yourself before you can fully give yourself to another person. And we both did that for each other, except it didn’t happen at the same times. It didn’t matter…

It led us right back to where it all began.

Life is funny like that.

Our love story is far from perfect…

But it’s ours.

And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

…

Eight months later
…

“Lilah, you’re going to have a very special day today. People have flown from all over the world just for you, little lady. Your brother Christian, your Aunt Julia and Uncle Anthony.”

I grinned as I heard Sebastian’s voice through the baby monitor.

“And then maybe you will cut your daddy some slack and let him play with your mommy. Oh yes!” His voice got higher. “Yes! You little pee pee blocker. How am I suppose to give you a brother or sister if you won’t let me get back inside Mommy?”

“Sebastian!” I scolded, standing in the doorway of her nursery.

He smiled, holding her up and blowing kisses on her neck. “She doesn’t understand a word I’m saying. Do you?”

She giggled.

I loved her sweet face.

“Then why did you say pee pee?” I asked, chuckling because their laughter was contagious.

He ignored me. “You are the prettiest baby ever. Just like your mommy; look at those bright green eyes.” He kissed all over her face.

“Sebastian, you’re wrinkling her dress. Brooke will shit if she sees what you’ve done to that designer dress that she had custom made for her goddaughter.”

It was Lilah’s baptism. Brooke was the godmother, and after arguing with Sebastian for weeks, he finally agreed to have Devon be the godfather. They went on some fishing trip hating each other, and came back the best of friends.

“She hates the dress; it’s stupid. She wants to be naked, not dressed like a doll.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my God, give me my baby.”

He pulled her back. “Our baby,” he stated, pulling me into both of them. I smiled and he kissed me like we weren’t in front of Lilah.

My family.

My husband.

My daughter.

My love.

My life.

The End.

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