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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Books By Natasha Madison
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Epilogue One
  46. Epilogue Two
  47. ONLY ONE KISS SNEAK PEEK
  48. Books By Natasha Madison
  49. Acknowledgments

“I’ll only become your wife if …” I wait for it. “If you give me a baby.”

She smiles. “I want to have another baby.”

“Only one?” I ask.

“We can start with one,” she says. “I can be maybe persuaded to go up.”

“Yes,” I say, and then I open the box with the ring, and she sobs. “Caroline, will you be my wife?” She nods her head, her hands on her mouth, and tears streaming down her face. I take the ring out of the box, and she reaches her left hand out, and it’s shaking like a leaf. I slide it on her finger and see the five-carat square diamond sitting on it. “This is forever.”

“Forever,” she whispers, leaning down and holding my face in her hands. “And ever.” She kisses me.

Nine years later

“Good luck tonight,” I tell Dylan as he slips on his suit jacket. He grew to be a full six feet, five inches, and he works out even harder, so not only is he tall, but he’s also a rock. He was also drafted first overall, making him the fourth Stone to be drafted first.

“It will be what it will be.” He smirks at me as we walk out of the hotel room, and he makes his way to the rink. He gives me a hug before he walks to the back and gets ready while I make my way to the box where my family will be joining me. “Hey,” I say to Matthew who just sits there on the phone. I sit next to him, watching the ice, getting ready for the big game.

“How’s your boy?” Matthew asks from beside me.

“Calm,” I say. “Nothing like his father.”

“It’ll be okay,” Matthew says, and I just look ahead. Slowly, the box fills with all the kids and the wives, and I look over when I hear my name being called. “Dad.” My eight-year-old son, Christopher, calls my name, and he walks in wearing Dylan’s jersey. He looks exactly like me.

The night we got engaged is the night we decided she would get her IUD removed, and we would see what happened. It took one month before she was pregnant, and nine months later, my son came into the world. “Hey, little man.” I open my arm, and he gives me a side hug. “Where is your mom?”

“She’s coming,” he says. “She was crying, so Grandma is talking to her.”