The Marshall Boy

Epilogue

Epilogue 

It's been a week since I woke up from my 'coma'. Bobby says I was only out for a day after my surgery so it was the weakest coma experience ever; I still claim it as a coma. Blake is driving us home from the hospital; he's holding our interwoven hands over his heart, as he drives with ease. I reach over, and run my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck; he's been so carefree since I woke up and I recuperate those feelings. There's no worry of someone watching from the corner, there's no fear of someone breaking in with the intent of hurting one of us; our hearts are full and light- as they should be.

"Hey," I say softly, and he hums in response, a smile on his face. "I love you."

He glances over at me, then kisses my hand that's in his. "I love you more."

"If you say so," I sing, a smile plastered on my face the size of Texas. I raise a brow when he parks the truck, and look to see we're in front of my house. "Blake?" I watch his retreating back as he exits the truck, and turns back to me.

"I thought you might want to get some stuff for the week." He explains, reaching for me; I slide across the seat, and allow him to set me down onto the rocky driveway. I'm staying with him for the week, while Dad is in town; I don't like to be reminded of my parents divorce, so this is a good out.

"Oh," I breathe as he grins down at me then kisses my nose, making me laugh. We gaze into each other's eyes, and I lean against his chest while looking up at him.

"Come work for me?" He blurts, and I raise a brow, leaning back to fully look up at him.

"What?"

He smiles, brushing my hair over my shoulder. "You can help with the writing, you know, for advertisement on the website, and social media pages." He elaborates, and I cock my head, but there's a smile on my face.

"This is so I won't work at the bar anymore, isn't it?" I guess, and he looks at me with a serious expression.

"I watched you get shot, I held you as you bled and couldn't do anything. So yeah, I don't want you at the bar anymore. Drunks are trouble, I'd know." He admits, and I nod, understanding flooding through me.

"Okay," I agree, wrapping my arms around his torso and squeezing. He wraps me in his arms, kissing my temple, and leaving his lips there. "But wait," I lean back a bit to look into his eyes with a small grin on my face. "I watched a seminar you gave once, and you said the third rule of a successful business is to never hire significant others, or go into deals with friends."

He grins down at me in amusement, "You watched one of my seminars?"

I blush, but laugh despite myself. "I get bored sometimes."

He smiles at me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world, "That was before I found something I knew would last forever."

My heart aches in happiness, and I stand on my tip toes to kiss him gently. "Okay," I whisper against his lips, and feel him smile against mine.

"Good," He says, as he takes my hand and leads me toward the house. "Let's go get your stuff." I follow his lead, holding onto his hand and everything our future holds. I'm still grinning as we walk in, and our families pop out from everywhere yelling "surprise!".

I jump obviously, which makes Blake laugh along with everyone else. Bobby bounds over, grabs me into a bear hug and picks me off the ground. "Don't kill her, Andrews." Blake teases, but I see the worry in his eyes as he looks to my stomach. I smile at him, letting him know I'm fine as Bobby sets me back to the floor.

"Aw, she's tough Marshall." Bobby counters, grinning down at me. "We got you a cookie cake, and some chocolate delight." He winks, and I laugh as everyone else comes over to hug me. Blake's parents are here, as our mine along with Mimi, and of course the Andrews; I happily hug everyone who comes my way, feeling the peace wash over me once again, and thanking God for it.

A few hours later, Blake and I are laying on his couch, full of cookie cake and watching some comedy movie he likes when my phone dings with a notification. He glances over at me, as I lean off his chest and grab my phone up from the coffee table; it's about to die because I spent most of the day taking pictures and beating Bobby in Candy Crush. I snuggle back under the blanket, and into Blake's chest, letting him wrap his arm back around me as I unlock it and go to Facebook. I hit notifications, and feel tears prick my eyes when I see what's waiting on me. It's so small and yet so big at the same time.

Blake Marshall wants to confirm your relationship.

I look up at him, to see he's already grinning down at me. I rest my forehead against his chest, as I blink my happy tears away. "I think I owe you a date also." He comments, running his hand through my hair.

"Yeah," I sniff, but smile too; my emotions are everywhere. "You do." I say as I look up at him, to see he's looking at me with a look of adoration, which makes me tear up again.

"I can do that." He agrees, and I smile as I lean my head back on his chest and let him wrap me up in his arms again. "It's our first bit of normal." He whispers into my ear, and I close my eyes as I smile.

"That sounds overrated." I tell him, which makes him laugh.

"And beautiful." He counters, as he kisses the side of my head.

"Yeah," I breathe, as I listen to his heartbeat. "And perfect." I kiss him and lean into him, along with everything our overrated normal, perfectly beautiful future has in store for me and the Marshall boy.

Author's note

This is the end! Thanks to everyone who read this book! 

Much love, 

Skye.