Epilogue
Briar
I took a chance on something and it was the best decision. Not only for my guests but for our own baby.
I bought the storefront next door and turned it into the kids’ section, which included free daycare services for members while they were in a class.
We had monitors and video feeds for every room and not only did everyone appreciate it but on the business side, memberships were at an all-time high.
It wasn’t until Holly was six months old that I taught a class without her being swaddled against my chest.
She was right next door at my own nursery, but I cried like I’d abandoned her in the wilderness even though Foster ran the nursery. Between his investments and the studio, we had plenty for a comfortable life.
All of his concerns about being good with kids were unfounded and silly. He was a natural.
As soon as classes were over, I went to get her and wrapped her up against my body.
Foster was finally finished with school and his own business was thriving.
He was the best dad. He talked to Holly all the time, since I got pregnant.
Before we knew she was our daughter. But now that she was walking with assistance, they took little walks together.
He carried her into the woods, and everything he said had her enraptured.
She stared at her papa like he hung the moon.
She wasn’t the only one.
“Done for the day?” Foster asked, coming from the nursery with Holly on his hip.
“I am.”
Holly reached for me and, when I took her, she tucked her squishy face into my neck. Foster and I had bets on whether she would be a bear or a deer, but even my bear senses couldn’t tell yet.
Didn’t matter either way. As long as she was healthy.
When we got home, I put Holly on the rug on the floor to play while we set the table and got dinner ready. We’d put something in the slow cooker, so we only had to heat up bread and make a quick salad.
When we both turned to place serving bowls on the table, we witnessed something that almost brought me to my knees.
Holly was up on her feet and walking. Pudgy little legs taking wobbly steps. Smile on her beautiful face.
Foster kneeled beside me after we put things down and we held out our arms for her. “We didn’t help her this time. Look at you! Walking like such a big girl.”
She came over and collapsed into his hold.
Just our family celebrating milestones. What a perfect life.
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