EPILOGUE

WREN

One Year Later… I PRESSED my hand to my stomach, then looked back at the plastic applicator wand on the bathroom counter. I never thought two pink lines could mean so much to me, but apparently, they do.

“Wren, are you ready, babe?” Darcy called out from the other side of the bathroom door. We were in a hotel suite getting ready for my wedding to Bane, a day that was already amazing, but with this news too, it was starting to become more than I could’ve imagined.

I pulled open the door, my eyes darting to Darcy’s pregnant belly first before returning to her face.

“Urgh, don’t...