A Moment Like You (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #2) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,94

it. Carefully, she breaks the seal on the front, pulls the paper out of the envelope, and unfolds it. She scans it before she smiles.

“What is it?” Blaire asks.

She hands it to me and when I read it out loud, I think everyone is as stunned as I am.

Henry’s wife,

I was William Aldridge, Henry’s father. He probably doesn’t have anything good to say about me. I don’t blame him. This might sound out of place, but I have two requests of you:

1) Show him that you love him. I missed my chance to do so, but I did love him. He was my first. His mother used him as a pawn, and I let my pride take over instead of my heart.

2) Help him be a better man than I ever was.

3) Remind him every day that he has a family who loves him.

Yours,

William T. Aldridge

“He loved me?”

“He made a lot of mistakes,” Sophia says, taking the letter from me and putting it back into the envelope. “You just witnessed what a man like your grandfather could do with their children. I bet your parents loved you. They just didn’t know how to love you freely.”

Leave it to Sophia to find a way to absolve my parents ,and I believe she’s right. Not because it might be the truth, but because it is what my heart needs today.

“I love you, Sophia Aragon. Marry me tomorrow?”

She laughs. “I’m good at organizing stuff, but not that great. Let me talk to Mom before I make any decisions about the dates, okay?”

“Anything for you, Babe!”

Epilogue

Henry

Sophia is great at organizing parties, including weddings. Not ours, but Hayes and Blaire’s. It’s a small ceremony at the house. Her brothers, her parents, and some close friends of both join the celebration. His mother excuses herself, claiming that in such short notice she can’t attend, but maybe she’ll do it when the baby is born.

I feel for Hayes. I wouldn’t want to be in a place where my mother couldn’t stand my wife.

My wife…well, our nuptials are something entirely different. Sophie wants a destination wedding, but since I wanted her to be Mrs. Aldridge right away, we compromised with a small wedding at the townhall with our family. Once we’re allowed to travel, we’ll get married wherever her heart desires.

Today we’re gathered at Leyla’s vet practice’s grand opening. For a man who doesn’t give two shits about his wife, Pierce went all out for her. He bought the lot. In case we fuck up, Leyla doesn’t lose her practice. The place is the size of a clinic, and she can attend to small and big animals. She also has kennels to shelter animals.

“Pup,” Arden points at a cute little dog coming into the store. “I want pup.”

“I want a baby, buddy, and you don’t see that happening either,” I tell him.

Sophia glances at me and smiles. “Really, you’re having a conversation with Arden about puppies and babies?”

“Just a few weeks ago you had me working really hard to accomplish it and so far, I don’t see anything happening,” I state, and she laughs.

“Poor thing, I tortured you for an entire week,” she says mockingly.

We decided to start a family right away. Our relationship isn’t new. We’ve been almost living together for three years—in my office, not in a house. But back when we started, we used to focus more on work than on life. These days we concentrate on our family and us—not in that order.

Though Blaire told us that it wouldn’t be easy since Sophia just stopped taking the pill, we could try a little harder the weeks she’s ovulating to increase our chances.

“You should make it up to me when we get to the office,” I suggest. “It could be an incentive in case I have to try harder next month.”

She rolls her eyes and bites her bottom lip to hide her smile.

We’re living in the mansion, but kept Sophia’s house where we have the office, guest rooms, and well…we still have our special room. Some Sundays we spend the entire day in there having sex, eating in bed, and just lounging. I understand Beacon’s need for space. Our family is important, but somedays you just want to be alone. In our case, with each other.

“Hey, let’s go. I want you to meet someone, Arden,” Sophia says, taking the toddler into her arms.

“Who?” I ask following behind.

“Emmalee,” she explains, trying to walk through the sea of people who came to support Leyla by bringing their