Epilogue – Three More Cards (Part 1)

- They're so cute...

Smiling with pride, Logan looked down at the tiny face of the precious little baby that slept in his arms, as well as Eleanor, who, lifted in her father's arms in front of the armchair where her uncle was sitting, seemed absolutely fascinated by her cousins. Placing an extremely gentle kiss on top of his son's chestnut-covered head, Logan turned his face to look at his wife, lying in the hospital bed still looking exhausted but also beautiful and beaming with joy as she lovingly held their other son against her chest. the breast, watching it feed hungrily.

- Tristan really inherited the family's appetite, didn't he? - Gwyneth, who was sitting on the other side of Missy, stroked her grandson's forehead with the tips of her fingers, trying in vain to organize the small ruffled tuft of black hair that was close to his hazel eyes and bleary, but that still seemed to be linger on your mother from time to time. Which Logan understood perfectly.

He also had a lot of trou