Prologue
15 years ago
TARA
“I do.” I grinned widely, unable to take my eyes off of him. “I really do.”
If someone had told me, 4 years ago, that not only I’d have gotten married at 22, but that I’d have done so with a 1-year-old daughter watching me from the first bench, I’d have never believed it. If someone had told me, 4 years ago, that I would have married the one guy I could have never seen myself with in high school, none other than the Big Bad Bennet, I’d have told them they were insane.
Yet there he was, Lukas Bennet, his gaze filled with nothing but pure joy as he stared back at me with the most loving expression imaginable.
We both turned to the first aisle, where Kelly was holding Nicky. Our little girl was only 1 year old and yet she seemed to understand everything. She was looking at us with a lovely grin on her face, seemingly aware that her parents were living the second best day of their lives. Our first was, obviously, the day Nicky was born.
If this was the premise, the first day of our new family, I couldn’t wait to see the rest of our lives.
