Epilogue - Madison
They say: ‘Lightning never strikes twice’...
Apparently—based on a quick web search–it can.
Multiple times. Usually, with things that are isolated and tall.
Like me.
This fact has me wondering if love can also strike you multiple times, changing the beat of your heart each time.
It couldn’t be possible to love two men at the same time? Could it?
Cold jelly hits my stomach as the white paper sheet crinkles below it. Diego squeezes my hand tighter, anxious about what will happen next. A wand is pressed down onto my swollen abdomen as the doctor spins the screen in our direction.
“Are you ready to know the gender of your baby?” she asks us, smiling from ear to ear.
Our doctor has been absolutely incredible. She has helped us through every heartbreak. Every loss. This entire IVF journey has been one stressor after another. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer and stopped all treatment, Diego and I fell pregnant naturally. We actually found out on our fourth wedding anniversary. Fifth, if you count our first wedding.
The second wedding was everything I could have ever wanted and more. We did it on the yacht again, this time surrounded by the love and support of our family and friends. I wore a similar dress and hairstyle, wanting to preserve the sweeter memories of that first night. Diego did the same, wearing a navy blue tuxedo and a smile that drove me wild.
We decided to marry off the coast of France and celebrated a week-long honeymoon on a vineyard Diego purchased for us. Our guests enjoyed the yacht and its amenities as we indulged in each other and plenty of wine.
I had my first positive pregnancy test when we came home. The two of us were over the moon excited. Unfortunately, a few weeks into the pregnancy I started to spot—ultimately leading me to the ER.
That was the start of our long fertility journey.
Ocean Eyes squeezes my hand as the mouse hovers over the anatomy of our child growing inside me.
“It’s a boy!” our doctor cheers.
Tears drip down my face as I sob into Diego. He hugs me tightly, placing a kiss on my lips before pressing kisses all over my belly. I stare at the screen, my eyes blurry from the salty tears. I rub the palms of my hands against them, clearing them.
“Hi, sweet boy. Mommy and Daddy love you so much. We can’t wait to meet you,” I coo.
Diego presses a tender kiss on my forehead. “We are going to have a son,” he says in awe.
“Congratulations you two,” the doctor says, before printing out the sonogram pictures. She cleans the jelly off my stomach and gives us privacy so that I can dress.
I dress quickly. I need to get back to the coffee shop to decorate it for Halloween. Tonight, a costume party is being held at our New York location in honor of our growing family. Everyone has been texting me all day placing their votes on the gender.
Diego lowers himself to one knee, placing my Uggs back on my feet. His hand slides up my calf as he rises. He leans over me, sliding those hands over my thighs before grabbing my waist. Soft lips connect with mine as my hands come up to tangle in his hair.
Pregnancy hormones have made me extremely horny. It doesn’t matter where we are, the need for my husband has been amplified— as impossible as that sounds . I tug him to me, opening my mouth and granting his tongue access to tangle with mine. He moans, setting me off. My hands slide under his t-shirt and over his delicious abs.
He places his hands over mine, stopping me. “As much as I’d love to take advantage of these stirrups right now, Mariposita , we need to get moving. Our family is just as eager to know the gender as we are. Plus, I’d like to speak with your photographer about adding some new pictures to my book. You’d look incredible with flour all over you and your belly swollen with our child.”
I pout, removing my hands, knowing he’s right. My staff and I have a lot to prepare for tonight. I still need to bake those pumpkin scones.
“Maybe later?” I ask hopefully.
He smirks, gripping my head between his hands and kissing me briefly.
“Definitely later. That’s a promise,” he vows, helping me off the table and handing me the sonogram photos.
I once questioned if it was possible to love two men at the same time. As I smile at my husband and look over at the black-and-white pictures in my hand, I can now confirm?—
You absolutely can.
The End