Page 173 of See You Maybe
“I’m going to kill you,” Dahlia mouthed.
“You’re getting married?” Anne covered her mouth with her hands. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Dahlia looked sheepish. “It just happened, and I didn’t want to take away from Olivia and Declan’s day.”
“I knew,” Declan said smugly.
“You didn’t tell me.” Olivia smacked his shoulder. “Okay, that’s it. I have to get ready, and you have to go.”
Declan set her on her feet and then stood, his violet eyes smiling into hers. “I’ll see you,” Declan's lips covered hers before he pulled back. “And you,” he dipped his head to kiss the small swell of her bump. “Under the arch.”
“And all of you make fun of me and Wes,” Cara complained. “Go. The guys are waiting for you at the hotel. Let’s hope the rain stops soon.” She angled her head to look at the sky out the window.
Siobhan smiled. “Rain on your wedding day is good luck.”
“We don’t need luck,” Declan said, kissing his mother and Anne on the cheek before heading for the door. “We have each other.”
Olivia thought her heart would burst two hours later, when she and Declan legally confirmed what they’d already promised each other. The sun had come out, but rain drops still glistened on the castle ruins just as they had thirteen years ago.
“I really, really love you.
“I really, really love you too.”
And Olivia was the only one who heard him quote Shelley against her lips before he kissed her.
“Soul meets Soul, on lover’s lips.”
EPILOGUE
County Kerry, Ireland—10 years later
“Your dog is snoring.” Declan kissed her bare shoulder.
Olivia lifted her head to see Oscar asleep on his bed in front of the fire and pulled the blanket farther up to cover him. “He’s tired from running through the snow all afternoon.”
“What time do we have to be in Dublin tomorrow?”
“I told your mom after lunch.”
“I vote we leave Oscar with her next time.”
“I think the twelve grandkids she’s had for the last week are enough,” Olivia drawled.
“I’m only responsible for three of them.”
“Well, there might be thirteen for next Christmas break.”
Declan reared back, and Olivia laughed, rolling so that they lay chest to chest. “Bite your mental tongue. I’m talking about Cara and Wes.”
“Did their adoption approval come through?”
“I don’t think they know for certain, but Cara is optimistic. They’ve done the foster child to adoption route once already, and she said she recognizes the signs.”
“That’s great news.” He pretended to shudder. “Five kids though? Our three are more than enough.”
“That’s only because our sons are just like you. I’ve never met a more stubborn group.”
Declan’s fingertips found her ribs, and she pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “I’m sure their mother’s genetic makeup has nothing to do with it.”