48 First Dates (Seeking Romance #1)

The Prince of My Happily Ever After

Epilogue

A peek into our

fairytale life—it’s unique,

rare, and wonderful!

L ess than three years later, we’re back in the place where it all began.

A hospital room.

We still argue about when we first officially met. I say it should be that day when he walked into biology class and sat down next to me. That’s the first time he spoke to me beyond grunts and looks. He says that he first knew on the trail when a filthy, sweaty girl literally fell into their path.

In the end, it does matter. We both agree that our fairytale life began over the barbeque and cheese fries we shared in a hospital room. Oh, there were glimpses of it before that. But that was the night when we both started living it.

After forty-eight first dates, I learned that finding a fairy tale isn’t about finding a fictional prince. It’s not about having a magical fairy godmother moment. And it’s got nothing to do with castles, horses, lords, or ladies.

It’s about finding your match.

The one human who perfectly complements you. The one that makes you laugh. The one that you can’t imagine your life without. The one who encourages you to follow your dreams and supports you when life tries to knock you down.

And when I realized that, I opened my eyes to the real-life version of a fairy tale in front of me.

Brenn and I got married several months after our first official date. Nate captured the wedding with his camera. Mitzi flew in from Colorado with Brock to serve as our maid of honor. Tom was our best man, and Cynthia was a bridesmaid.

It was a simple wedding. One with mainly friends and family, but it was our dream celebration. I wore my charm bracelet for the last time that day. I had added a newspaper and a four-leaf clover to it before that day. Now, it’s tucked away in a jewelry box. Maybe one day, it will see the light of day again.

For tonight, we are in the most romantic of locations for our second anniversary. The antiseptic smell mixes with the food on the bed between us. We stare at the bassinet, which holds our sleeping little miracle. She’s a perfect mix of Brenn and me. Little Grace Elizabeth. She has his green eyes and dark hair with my sweetheart face and rosebud lips. At least, that’s what Brenn says.

All I know is that this is what a real fairytale life looks like.

A partner I love.

A new life to watch grow up.

I found my peace in letting go of the mythical storybook version. And now I trust the path laid before me—a path that is full of good things and bad things. There will be difficulty and pain, but the ending will always be happy.

After all, Brenn and I are writing the story of the most amazing fairytale life together.

The End