Epilogue Two
Willow
Five Years Later
“Are you crying?”
“Shut. Up,” I growled at my husband. “It’s his first day of kindergarten. I’m allowed to cry.”
“It’s a half day and you’ll be working the whole time,” Jameson teased.
As soon as we lost sight of our son who’d just skipped through his classroom doorway after telling us to leave, I turned my glare on the man in a bespoke charcoal-colored suit who stood at my side. “Don’t act like I didn’t see you staring at his baby book this morning, Mr. Cassel. You’re ridiculous.”
“You just seem extra emotional,” he said as he led me back out to our waiting town car, the same one that would bring me back here in about four hours. Today, anyway. Since both Jameson and I worked, sometimes traveling, our son, who went by JJ now since he’d rebelled at still being Baby Jamie, had a nanny.
“I’m not emotional.”
“You are,” my husband insisted after handing me into the back seat and sliding in after me. “I haven’t seen you like this since…” He turned wide eyes on me. “Since… Are you pregnant, babe?”
“Maybe,” I whispered.
“Maybe?”
“I’ve been afraid to check.” Despite teasing to the contrary, I had not gotten pregnant on our wedding night, nor during the subsequent years when we’d been trying in earnest. I’d come to terms with JJ being an only child.
“How late are you?” Jamie asked, taking my hand in both his.
“A couple months.”
“A couple months!” he exclaimed.
“I’ve been careful and I’ve been taking vitamins and not drinking or anything, but maybe I’m not pregnant. Maybe it’s menopause. It could be early. That happens, you know.”
He shook his head slowly, drawing in then releasing a slow breath while never taking his eyes off me. Without a word, he pressed one of the buttons on the console beside him.
“Change of plans. We’re going to Willow’s doctor’s office.”
“Of course, sir,” the driver replied.
Jameson pulled out his phone.
“Amber,” he greeted his assistant. “Call Dr. Wilson Bob’s office and let him know that Willow and I are on our way. We don’t have an appointment, but get him to fit us in.”
“Of course. Is everything okay?”
He slung his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Yes. I mean…I hope so. Yes.” He hung up and pulled me onto his lap. His hand immediately settled on my belly. “Babe, how long were you planning to wait.”
I shrugged. “I think I would have had irrefutable proof soon enough.” My lip wobbled then I pulled it between my teeth. We’d both know yes or no soon. I had no doubt the doctor would fit us in, especially since Jameson was friends with the man’s colleagues, Dr. Grammer and Dr. Brixton. “I was okay with JJ being an only child, but I really hope…”
“Same.” His lips brushed over mine. “Hey, maybe, it’s twins.”
“What is it with you and twins?” I asked with a watery laugh.
“You know Bennett and I are really close—close enough to be the same age part of the year. I thought our kids would like that.”
“You two used to fight as often as you didn’t.”
His shoulder lifted beneath my cheek. “He was my best friend—he is my best friend. After you, of course.”
“Heh. More like I was your frenemy.”
Tilted his head, he caught my lips again. “Makes things interesting. But no, you’re my everything, even the air I breathe.”
And as he kissed me, I forgot about my nerves or anything but being in my husband’s arms. Until reality intruded and we arrived at the building housing my doctor’s facility. But Jameson and I were together and that was all that mattered as I was led back to the examining room mere minutes after arriving. A few tests and and an ultrasound later…
Jameson got his wish. Twins.