Epilogue
Bailey
I waited in the driveway for Dad, Mike, and Margret to arrive, though Killian took Sienna in so she didn't get chilly. Fall was settling in and with her previous sickness, I wasn't taking any risks at all. I pulled my cardigan more tightly around my shoulders and watched the sunset over the row of trees that boarded Killian's father's estate. It was beautiful, though I wished it could be summer forever.
Dad pulled up after a few minutes and climbed out. Mike and Margret arrived a few minutes later, and I gave them each a hug. They all had the same reaction to their first time seeing the Welch mansion that I had. All of them looked intimidated and overwhelmed, but I hooked an arm around Dad's arm and tried to put them at ease.
"You're going to love Mr. Welch. He's really down to Earth and personable." I led them toward the house as we chatted.
"Of course he has to be. He's a businessman. It doesn't make for good business if you're an old coot who can't schmooze people out of their money." Dad chuckled and I heard Mike snicker too but they would see how wrong they were.
"I think he ditched the idea of the barbeque and we're just doing dinner in. There is a chance of rain." I changed the subject because now that Killian and I were officially together I wasn't going to tolerate anyone talking down about him or his family.
"Oh, I bet the house is so nice. I wanted to see the gardens. Do you think they'll show me the gardens?" Leave it to Margret to not care a lick about the company as much as the decor and greenery.
I smiled at her over my shoulder as we stepped over the threshold into the main entryway and said, "I'm sure Kill will show you the gardens." It had been two weeks since the hospital stay and slowly, little by little, I had been moving things over to Kilian's new apartment. His father knew I was moving in with him but Dad and Mike didn't. Tonight would be a bit of a surprise in that aspect, but hopefully they were supportive.
"Welcome, welcome," Mara, the maid, said. I'd gotten to know her a little better as she came to Killian's to help clean while I was unpacking. She was a sweet woman whose husband had died while working for Mr. Welch and he was caring for her now. I thought it was special that Kill's dad was a romantic like that and I hoped she appreciated how special these two men were.
They weren't the typical heartless billionaire that only cared about money. Both of them had compassion and class and both of them would be excellent male role models for my little girl.
"This way," Mara said, leading us toward the informal dining room. I convinced Killian to have his dad host us in the least flashy room of the house. Everything was marble and granite and I knew my family would think it was overkill, just like I had. Now I didn't judge the way they spent their money because I knew them. I'd still have given more to charity and lived more simply but it wasn't my choice to make.