Epilogue

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I smiled at my husband across the dining table as our daughter showed me her drawings.

"And that's daddy!" She exclaimed.

"It's gorgeous. Go grab a magnet so I can stick it to the fridge," I responded. She hurriedly ran to her room.

"I still can't believe we made that," Thomas spoke.

"Shut up," I ordered.

"You're the one who wrote songs about me. What was it again? Oh yes, Dream Of You," He smirked.

"Didn't I say shut up?" I playfully threw an apple at him which he caught, centimetres from his face. He chuckled and looked around the room. His eyes landed on my old guitar, which I took on tour with me.

"You said you would pay the bills with that guitar," He smiled.

"I did, didn't I?" I got up and walked around the table. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "The world will never be the same without you two."

"We're not going anywhere," He placed an assuring hand on mine.

"I have a question for you. Do You Love Me?" I asked.

"With all my heart," He replied.

"What about me?" Our daughter stomped her foot.

"Ok, I love mommy with 75% of my heart. The rest is for you!" Thomas held out his arms.

"You love mommy more than me?!" She pouted.

"He might, but I love you the most," I walked over to her and picked her up. I stuck my tongue out at Thomas and watched our daughter do the same.

"Fine! I love you both the same!" He put his hands up in surrender.

"Yay!" Our daughter escaped my arms and ran over to her father.

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