Spin My Love (My Love #1)(51)

“I don’t want to do any more shows, Leanne.”

“That’s not my problem, Tane,” she says. Her frustration is near palpable. “You entered into contracts. You’re legally obligated to be at these shows unless you have a damn good reason not to be.”

“Call the promoters and tell them I’ll return the money, with interest. Tell them it’s a family emergency.”

“Is it?” she asks. I swear she sounds concerned.

“Kind of,” I say ambiguously. “I can’t be away from my son and fiancée right now.”

“So what do you want me to do?” she asks.

“Cancel the rest of the gigs I signed up for. I’m not going to perform any time soon, but I will still be producing, so keep the label updated.”

“You owe me,” is all she says as she hangs up. I breathe a sigh of relief. That woman scares me sometimes.

Now I can be with my family.





Epilogue

Tane

One year later

“And you may now kiss the bride,” the pastor says.

I don’t need to be told twice. I lift the veil off her beautiful face and lean down for a taste of her plump lips, sealing our fate. I lift her in the air, smiling against her lips at the cheers and catcalls.

Giselle Miller is now my wife.

And I couldn’t be happier, or more in love.

I put her down, kissing her one last time before stepping away. I take her hand in mine, and face the crowd. Parker runs to our side. Dressed in a suit, he looks like the miniature version of me.

My little family.

I’m so proud of them, so happy to be with them every day. There is nowhere else in the world I would want to be.

I look at the woman standing beside me. I flash back to her at three, poking her tongue out at me. Then her at eight, chasing after us as Gage and I were playing. I see her at eleven, beating us at video games. Her at fourteen, trying to kiss me, and me refusing because she was too young—no matter how much I just wanted a taste. Her at sixteen, her face full of grief just before I left her. Me finally kissing her. Mouthing to her that I love her.

Now here she is, smiling widely, happy to be my wife. She’s always been in my life, and she always will be.

We walk on the sand through the middle of the crowd, thanking everyone for their wishes and attendance today.

“Are you ready, husband?” she asks as a few people start to head to the reception.

“I’ve always been ready,” I reply, unable to stop myself from one last kiss. I then lift Parker up on my shoulders.

We walk together. I wish my mother were here; I know she’d be so happy. She always loved Giselle.

I put Parker down and look at the sky for a second, thinking of her. Wrapping my arm around my wife, I kiss the top of her strawberry-scented hair.

“I love you,” I tell her. “More than words can express.”

“I love you too,” she breathes back.

I can’t wait to see what she’s wearing underneath her dress.

She raises an eyebrow. “Let’s get this reception over with.”

I grin down at her. “Let’s.”

*****

Giselle

I plop down next to Levi’s headstone and place the flowers.

“You didn’t even like flowers,” I mumble. “But I don’t like your headstone looking bare.”

I sigh and put my hand on the letters of his name engraved into the marble. “I miss you. Every damn day, Levi. I still see Justin every week, and I made sure that all your money will go to him when he turns eighteen. He will want for nothing.”

Without Levi there to help her, Keira has put aside everything and lets us see Justin.

I retract my hand and pull out the crumbled photo of Levi, Parker, Justin and me. “Parker misses you. We go surfing in your spot and think of you. Well, they surf, and I swim,” I correct. “We talk about you all the time.”

I stand up and place the photo down next to the flowers. “I’ll never forget you, Levi. I’ll see you same time next week.”

I turn around and walk to my car. I see Gage’s car pull into the cemetery car park, and I wave at him.

He slides out with Bianca, who is now his wife. I love her almost as much as Gage does.

I watch as the two of them place down their own flowers, tears flowing when Gage gets down on his knees and rests his head on the headstone.

You were loved, Levi; you were loved.



The End