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Two weeks later
Chad's POV

"Justine was a kind soul, who showed everyone she crossed paths with mercy, even giving those who hurt her a second chance at being in her life. She was she most beautiful person I have ever met." Daniel says as he sets a rose on JJ's casket.

I decided to have a closed casket.

"Chad, will you say a few words about JJ?" The preacher asks and I nod as I carry my two week old daughter, Olivia, to the casket, picking up a pink rose, JJ's favorite.

"I met Justine when she was 17, and at that moment, I knew she was the one. She was my somebody. Our relationship blossomed, even if it was a secret at first. I know she was the most beautiful thing and sweetest woman I had ever met. She showed me, after our big fight, that anyone can change. I stopped drinking, I went to therapy, all for her and my family. She saved me, but I couldn't save her. I love you JJ. I hope that our daughters grow up to be just as kind and as sweet as you were." I say as I set the rose on the upper part of the casket.

I walk back as they lower her body into the ground, my heart breaking as they do so.

Afterwords, we all go back to mine, where Ryan and Nel, who is six month pregnant with their second child, are cooking dinner for us. I see Daniel holding a very upset Melody and Mike distracting Chris, Jackson and the triplets.

I see my stepfather, Matt, and my mom there, along with my two sisters, Briana and Caitlyn.

I take Olivia to nursery, setting her down gently before coming back downstairs with the baby monitor in hand.

"Hey man, you doing okay?" I hear Ryan ask and turn around and nod, seeing Rylah and her kids here, well my daughter and nephews.

"Anthony looks a lot like you did when you were 11." I say and he nods as he ruffles the pre-teens head and I see Rylah come over.

"I'm so sorry about Justine, Chad." She says and I smile softly as I nod.

"I just wish I knew who poisoned her is all." I say as I finally break down and slide down the counter in the kitchen and sob.

As I sob, I feel someone hugging me and open my eyes to see Regan there, my 11 year old daughter.

"Hey daddy. Justine is with you always." She says and I smile through the tears as I hug her tightly.

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