“So?” Anaya says, rolling her eyes. “How are you feeling?” she asks, turning her attention to me.

“I’m okay, a bit of nausea but nothing I can’t handle,” I tell her. Grayson chuckles, probably remembering my ‘I’m going to die’ comments.

“I think I’m still in shock,” she says, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m always here if you need me.”

“I know and thank you,” I tell her, feeling emotional at the show of support.

“Don’t worry everyone. I’m here!” London calls out as she walks into the house.

“What is that?” I ask her, eyeing the very large cake in her hands.

“Well, since we’re celebrating,” she says, placing the cake down on the table in front of us.

It has ’Congratulations’ written in white icing, with a picture of a sperm underneath. There is a speech bubble above the sperm that says ‘I won.’ She is such a weirdo. I shake my head at her, hug her, and thank her. Then I hug Aiden, until Grayson pulls me away and sits me on his lap. Leah and Jake come over, along with Grayson’s other friends, Daniel and Nathan. Diamond shows up too, telling me how happy she was that I turned down the offer. Grayson stares at me after that, wanting an explanation.

“They wanted me to dance at an event for ten grand,” I say.

“No way in hell,” he growls, face turning stormy.

“I know,” I say. “I said no. I have a baby to think about now, and I want him or her to be proud of me.”

His eyes soften. “You’re going to be an amazing mother, Paris.”

“And a MILF!” London calls out, eavesdropping on our conversation.

Grayson laughs. “And a MILF,” he says into my ear.

I slap his chest. “You’re lucky I love you.”

His expression turns serious. “Don’t I know it.”

His lips come down on mine, and all of our friends cheer.

Who would ever think that I would get a happy ending?

Epilogue

“Don’t even think about trying to name her Edinburgh or Dublin or something,” Grayson says to me as he stares down at our perfect bundle of joy. His parents just left after visiting. They weren’t too thrilled with us when they found out, but I can tell they fell in love with her just as much as we have.

“What?” I ask, laughing.

“Paris, London… That’s as far as the names of places go,” he says, kissing our daughter’s nose.

I laugh harder. “I had no plan of naming her … Edinburgh or something,” I manage to get out.

“Good,” he stares down at her in wonder. His eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen them. He’s in love with her. It’s the most beautiful thing to see. I take a picture of them with my camera, capturing the moment. “What do you want to name her?”

“I want to give her my mother’s name as her middle name, so Ivy Kate. What do you think?” I ask.

A smile spreads across his lips. “It’s perfect. Ivy,” he says softly. I look down at our daughter. She has Grayson’s dark hair and eyes, but my features. Her little pink lips open as she starts to cry.

“I think our princess is hungry,” he says, gently putting her in my lap. “She’s so perfect, Paris. She’s just…”

“I know,” I whisper. I start to breast feed her, humming as she drinks. Grayson bends down and kissed me on the top of my head.

“After she finishes drinking, I’ll take her so you can sleep,” he says, smiling down at us.

I smile in return. “That would be perfect.”

“Thank you for giving me her. For giving me you. I’m going to be the best father. I promise,” he says.

“I know you will,” I tell him.

And I do know it.

Because he cares enough to try to be--and that’s all that I can ask for.

The End