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Tris

Four Months Later

"What is going on?" I ask beneath the blindfold that is covering my eyes. The grip around my hand tightens in reassurance, keeping me moving. I can tell we're on a street. I've heard enough cars pass by to know that much. I can hear snickering and the sound of someone whispering. There's a slight crunch whenever I walk, the telltale sign I'm walking through snow or sludge.

"Just a little bit farther, then you can take it off."

"Is it dark under there, Mommy?" I hear Luna ask from somewhere beside me, her little hand gripping my free one.

"Very. Want to tell me what's happening?" I try to squeeze the truth out of her, but my daughter laughs as if I should know better.

"I can't do that, silly. It'll ruin your surprise."

I huff out a breath.

Once we jerk to a halt, I wait for the blindfold to be removed. And once it's gone, my eyes water at the sight before me. There, just as I envisioned it, is a sign that reads Moonchild Apothecary. The black steel industrial letters stand out against the rustic white brick. My bottom lip trembles, and I whirl around, searching for Tobias, surprise and emotion written all over my face.

"How is this possible? Someone bought it already."

Tobias shrugs a conspiratorial grin on his face. "I made an offer they couldn't refuse a while back. Been working on it ever since."

"But you've been helping me search for new places. How is this even possible?"

He smirks, clearly proud of himself. "All to throw you off."

"This is the important job you've been finishing with the guys?" My voice trembles slightly, my throat thick with emotion.

He nods, his greens searching mine. "Want to see the inside?"

I laugh, but it comes out as more of a sob. "Please."

Tobias opens the front doors for us, and the second I step over the threshold and the lights flick on, I see all of my friends and family yelling out surprise. I lose my battle with my tears. There's a sweet ache that's blooming in my chest.

"I asked your mom for help. We looked over the layout of your last shop, went over what worked and what didn't. Christina and Rose helped us find vendors. Zeke, Uriah, and Will helped with the flooring and electric. The rest of the guys from the crew helped out, too."

Slowly, I turn, walking around the space and taking it all in. With black rustic fixtures and white brick inside, the apothecary is chic and all clean lines. It looks upscale and inviting. The pops of color come from the vases of various plants in white marble pots and sunflowers in others. Everything is here. A section of crystals. Other sections of incense, soaps, candles, body oils, you name it.

Everything is perfect.

I rest my hand over the slight bump in my stomach and meet Tobias' gaze. He's been watching me like a hawk, waiting to hear what I think. There aren't words for how incredibly amazing and thoughtful this all is.

"This is...beyond perfect. I don't even know what else to say. Thank you somehow doesn't seem like it's enough."

Tears swim in my eyes, and I watch as he crosses the distance between us, his gait sure and confident, then pulls me into his arms. He tucks stray hairs behind my ears and caresses my cheekbone. "You don't need to thank me. You've given me so much. This is my way of giving back to you. This place is yours, Tris. Your dream. Live it the way you want to. Just never stop reaching for those stars, baby, and I'll never stop chasing the moon."

Tobias

Zeke sighs. "She's already pregnant, man. Looking at her like that isn't going to suddenly fill her up with another."

I chuckle, cracking a smile. "My wife is hot. What can I say?"

Zeke grunts. "You're not wrong."

I shoot him a glare. Even as she bears my child, wears my ring, and has taken my last name as hers, I'm still possessive of this woman. I'm positive I always will be.

My gaze has been glued to Tris ever since I watched that blindfold come undone. I've soaked in every second of her reaction to seeing this place. We've been working on this for months. Since the night I asked her to marry me, as a matter of fact. We had plans for a big wedding after this little guy is here, but about two months after popping the question, she suggested eloping, and who the hell am I to say no to this woman? I'd take her in any form I could get her.

We got married at the small Catholic church her parents got married in with only our close friends and family in attendance. The rest of the town threw us a small reception at the barn. Christina and the guys took care of the decorations for the party and watching my wife's reaction when she walked into the barn lit up with stars and lights strung from every corner was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever witnessed.

She was a vision. With her long, blonde hair hanging down her back in a loose braid, it was a stark contrast to her creamy skin and white dress. Christina and Rose added baby's breath throughout the braid, and it was the cherry on top. She looked perfect. Like a goddamn angel. With her pale skin and dark hair, decked out in her all-white dress, she looked like the moon. Her dress was perfect. The way it clung to her curves, the satin material was like liquid pearl against her porcelain skin.

That was hands down the greatest moment of my life, saying I do to this woman in front of our daughter. Watching the smile spread across Luna's face was something I'll never forget. I'll love them for the rest of my life. That was my vow. I want to give them the world and then some.

With another five months to go until she's due to give birth, Tris' baby bump is still relatively small. It doesn't keep me from feeling that possessive warmth filter through my chest when she rests her hand there, though. She's been following Christina and her mom around the store as both of them finish walking her through the list of inventory and all the new additions. She's fucking beautiful.

She's always been gorgeous, but Jesus, now that she's pregnant? She's a goddamn vision. She is quite literally glowing. And I don't think she's ever been more beautiful than she is right now. She's in her element. Happiness just wafts off her as she takes everything in.

"I'm happy for you, man," Zeke says, clapping me on the back. His gaze is on Tris, too. It tightens my stomach. "Still can't believe you managed to get her to marry your dumbass after all these years."

I shoot him a glare, and he laughs, purposely trying to tick me off. The bastard is just like Zeke. They know how to get a rise out of me.

"How's Shauna?" I shoot back. It works, if the scowl on his face is any indication.

There's a sudden tugging on my jacket, and I glance down. "Daddy, can we get ice cream?"

I stifle my laughter. It's the dead of winter with snow sludge decorating the streets, and my daughter wants ice cream? Christ.

"As soon as we're done here." She smiles victoriously and skips off, standing at Tris' side. My wife looks down at our daughter with a soft smile on her face. The impact of it hits me square in the chest.

I can't wait to watch her stomach grow bigger until she's begging me to help her walk. I can't wait to experience all the things I missed out on the first time with this new baby. I want to watch Luna take on the role of big sister. I want it all.

"You've never looked happier, son," my dad says, clapping me on the shoulder. Our eyes are glued to Tris. She's dressed in jeans and a knit black top with a jacket to ward off the cold weather. The outfit, in particular, isn't anything special, but on her? She looks fucking beautiful. She's deep in conversation with my mother and her mother, a slight flush on her cheeks and a wide grin on her face.

"I've never been this happy," I admit.

"Tris is lucky to have you."

I shake my head, unable to look away from her. Waves tumble down her back. The blonde strands pop out against the white jacket she's wearing. The snow has come early this year, bringing the cold front with it. Luna screamed at the first sight of it. She was ecstatic that she lived where it snowed. The wonder of it all hasn't faded for her yet, but I imagine it will soon enough.

The love I have for my girls is fierce. It billows in my chest, a live wire surging through my body. I can't imagine what life would be like without either of them. Without Tris and our little moon.

"I'm the lucky one. I always have been."

And I mean every damn word.