Three years ago, Maddox sold half of the Coulter empire. He didn’t want it… never wanted to be what his father was. Never wanted that life. I had never seen such a relieved look on his mom’s face when he told her. She was expecting it, and she supported Maddox in his decision.
And so, he lessened his burden and made sure he had people doing his work for him. He only ever went to the office, when he really needed to. Which was, like, once a week.
As a part-time hobby, he coached our local high school’s football team.
And the rest of his time? He spent it with us. Maddox was a family man, through and through. He was a hands-on dad. When I was pregnant with Logan, he vowed that he wouldn’t miss a day in our kids’ lives.
And he didn’t.
He was here for our babies’ first laughs, first crawls, first words, first steps.
First everything.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Those eyes.
This smile.
That face.
My little finger curled around his, over my big belly. “Pinky promise? One last time?”
His pinky tightened around mine. “There’s no one last time. We’re forever, Baby.”
THE END