A brief teaser of the Epilogue:
Rosalie couldn't believe how quickly time had flown by. It felt like only yesterday she had given birth to her baby girl. Of course, while Morrigan was still definitely a little baby, not even thirteen months old, she was no longer Rosalie's little girl.
Instead, she was one hundred percent her dad's angel.
“Da-da!” Morrigan squealed from her play chair, proving Rosalie's point.
“Daddy's not home yet, mommy's here though,” she said.
“Shih!” The little girl kicked her feet to emphasize the swear she'd picked up all too easily.
“Did your daughter just say shit?” Maggie asked on the other end of her computer screen via the live chat.
“Yes, yes she did.”
“Do I even have to ask where she picked that up?”
“No, you most definitely don't.”
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