Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
She pressed in close. “You’ve already made me the happiest person in the world, Dixon. No marriage required.”
Epilogue
Life is better with a hockey player.
—Merriam’s secret thoughts
MERRIAM
I watched as Jeremiah spun Anleigh around the dance floor in his arms.
The paperwork to make her his daughter was officially signed as of ten minutes ago.
We were all officially Dixons.
“May I?”
I glanced over at Chris and smiled, taking his hand. “Of course.”
He took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor, swinging me around much like his brother was doing Anleigh.
“You make him happy, you know,” he said as he watched me watch them.
I glanced at Chris and said, “I’m glad. Because the man literally changed my world.”
“He’s changed everyone’s world,” he teased. “Now, make him stop giving away all his money. Remind him that he no longer has a fat paycheck coming in.”
“I know you invested for him, Chris.” I laughed. “And you know better than most how impossible it is to get that man to stop giving.”
“I know.” He sighed. “Now that he has someone responsible to take care of him when he tries to give it all away, I’ll have the financial adviser start conferring with you.”
“I don’t know if that’s necessary,” I admitted.
He patted me on the shoulder. “Taking care of Jeremiah Dixon is a full-time job. It’ll be nice to give that task over to someone else.”
I giggled, then was passed to Kyle. Then Jones.
Then Cinda.
I smiled huge when she wrapped me in her arms and started to sway with the music. “Thank you for making that grandchild of mine happy.”
I squeezed her as tightly as I dared and said, “I’ll spend the rest of my life doing it.”
“Doing what?” Jeremiah asked as he cut in, handing our two-and-a-half-month-old daughter, Raleigh, to Cinda.
Cinda kissed my sleeping girl on the cheek before saying, “Taking care of you.”
Anleigh came streaking across with a Tarzan yell, and we all watched her go to the cake area before turning back to each other.
“Is that so?” Jeremiah asked, hooking his hand around my hip.
“Yep,” I confirmed.
“There are other needs,” he teased, whispering into my ear.
My cheeks flushed. “Let’s go take care of them then. It seems that all of our children are being watched.”
He swept me up into his arms and rocked my world in the changing room.
He did it once again in the limousine to the resort we were staying at for the night.
And again on the way home in the limo.
When we arrived back home, Cinda was asleep in the guest bedroom. Raleigh was asleep in her bassinet next to our bed. And Anleigh was in her room, taking up the entire mattress.
We checked on them all before falling into bed, exhausted and happy.
“Merry Christmas, Merriam Dixon.”
“Merry Christmas, Jeremiah Dixon. Husband of Merriam Dixon. Father to Anleigh and Raleigh Dixon.”
He squeezed me so tight I could barely breathe. “I love the sound of that.”
I fell asleep and dreamed of motorcycles, past lives, and what was always meant to be.