Three days and fourteen excruciating hours of labour later, and Daisy held another of her dreams in tired arms. As little Ronan Cormac Brody suckled ferociously at her breast, and his father stared down at the two of them, his arm tight around Daisy’s shoulders and his eyes filled with awe, Daisy knew she had the happy ever after she’d once only dreamed of in some secret corner of her heart.
Now all she had to do was start living it.