Epilogue
Three years later
I glance down at the crib and smile. My heart so full it might burst. Two-year-old Ariel Kfir is curled up, finally asleep, with his thumb in his mouth. Miri and Sissel were right when they said Caleb and I would have the cutest kids. But I’m probably a little biased.
Life has been crazy and chaotic, but only in the best of ways.
Netflix ended up buying the rights to Zevi and Jack’s reality show, The Golden Bashert, and it became a major hit.
And thanks to Zevi insisting on putting me in the show, I became a major hit too.
In fact, my website crashed within twenty-four hours of the show airing because of all the people wanting to sign up as a client.
And with all the profit pouring in, I was able to convert my mother’s house into Blue Moon Basherts’ official headquarters.
Bernice and Lenny got married as soon as the show wrapped up. She sold her house and is now happily living in the funeral home with him, and I’m no longer frightened to walk into my own house.
Life has been less kind to Mrs. Schwartz. As it turns out, her husband had been cheating on her for quite some time, and news of the scandal traveled around the community at breakneck speed. Their divorce was nasty and highly publicized.
Now, at fifty-five, she’s single and looking for her next husband. Just the other week, she showed up on my doorstep, cool as a cucumber, requesting that I set her up. Acting as if she hadn’t destroyed my business three years earlier, for which she never apologized.
So, we made a deal. I’d take her on as a client if she could look me in the eye and tell me she was sorry. And I’m happy to report that after several false attempts, lots of tears and excuses, she finally managed to get the word out. Afterwards, we hugged.
What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.
“Is he finally asleep?” Caleb whispers, tip-toeing into the room.
I nod. “Isn’t he so cute? Have you ever seen such a perfect child?” My eyes well up with tears because I’m so happy. And also, pregnancy hormones.
“He is, and I haven’t,” Caleb answers solemnly. He wipes the tears from my cheeks and puts his hands over my swollen belly, and adds, “Except maybe for this one.”
“I-I’m so happy,” I sniff, cuddling into his arms. “I can’t s-stop crying.”
He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “Come on,” he says, putting his hands on my hips and guiding me out of the room. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Again?” I say. “We just did it a few hours ago.”
“Not that,” he laughs. “Is that the only thing you ever think about, Mrs. Kahn?”
I snort. I don’t know what it is about these pregnancy hormones, but I’ve been a bit demanding lately in the bedroom.
“Guess what?” I grin, turning around.
“What?”
“I thought of the best match today.”
“Oh yeah?” he says, kissing the side of my neck. “Tell me more.”
“Are you ready for your mind to be blown?”
“So ready.”
“Ariel Kfir and Chaiky.”
He stops moving and tilts his head. “Okay. I wasn’t ready for that.”
“I know he’s only two,” I say, “so there’s no rush—”
“I’m sure he’ll be relieved to hear that.”
“But I spoke to Penina today about it—”
“She’s the woman that Zevi was once engaged to?”
“Exactly. But then she married her boss and they adopted two kids. The youngest is called Chaiky, and she’s the most adorable little redhead.”
He chuckles. “And Penina is also okay with the match?”
I nod. “Chaiky is the worst sleeper, so she’s said that the marriage can take place any day now as long as we take turns with the night shifts.”
He shakes his head as he turns on our bedroom light. “Hard to believe that there’s two of you in the world.”
I sigh. “I can’t wait to be a grandmother.”
“Can we let them grow up a little bit first?” he says, pulling back the covers and handing me my pregnancy pillow.
“I suppose.” I let out a sound of pure ecstasy as he reaches for my feet and starts massaging.
“Ready for the surprise?” he says, reaching for the remote.
“Mmm hmm.”
The screen fills with a cat jumping off a kitchen cabinet, and he turns to me and says, “This is the compilation of the best cat videos of all time.”
I laugh so hard that I snort and nearly pee my pants. “You really are the perfect husband.”
“And you really are the sexiest woman.”
I grin. The man is well trained. “Even though my feet are swollen?”
“Especially because your feet are swollen.”
We laugh and cuddle together, watching cats do what they do best—knock into furniture and scare the living crap out of dogs.
I sigh in contentment. Life doesn’t get any better than this.