Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Nora
Three years later
I walked into the kitchen at the resort. Correction: I waddled into the kitchen at the resort.
Daphne was standing at the counter, chopping onions. I stopped beside her. As soon as the momentum from walking ended, I needed something to hold me up. Turning, I rested my hips against the counter and curled my hands around the edge.
“You okay?” she asked.
“How come you’re not as gigantic as me?” I muttered.
She looked over at me and then down at her own round belly. “Because you’re due a month before me.” She smiled warmly, a glint of sympathy in her eyes.
I rubbed my belly. “Pregnancy isn’t fun.”
Her head bobbed in agreement. “My first pregnancy was way worse. This one’s been easier for me.”
Daphne somehow managed to look tidy and prim even though she was six months pregnant to my seven.
I felt like a giant whale, except whales were more graceful than me.
Although maybe that was because they were in the ocean, and the water helped.
If I could float in a pool for the rest of my pregnancy, I’d be happy to try it.
At the sound of footsteps, I glanced over to the archway between the living room and the kitchen. The second I saw my husband walking through, my lips curled in a tired smile.
Gabriel crossed the room, stopping in front of me and resting his hands beside mine on the counter. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired and my back hurts.”
“You look beautiful,” he murmured as he dipped his head and pressed a lingering kiss on the side of my neck.
Even though I felt like shit, a kiss from Gabriel in that sensitive area could still send a hot shiver through my entire body.
“Why are you on your feet?” he asked as he drew away, his concerned gaze skating over my face as his arm encircled my waist and lightly rubbed my lower back.
“I don’t know,” I muttered. “Daphne is on her feet.”
Daphne cast me a dry look, her brows hitching up. “For no more than twenty minutes at a time. You’ve been busy all day. Go sit down. I do half my work in the kitchen sitting on a stool.”
Gabriel didn’t give me much choice in the matter before he nudged me gently but firmly in the direction of the kitchen table.
As soon as I sat down, he pulled another chair over for me to prop my feet on.
I wasn’t accustomed to letting anyone fuss over me, and I wrestled with conflicted feelings about it.
He had been solicitous throughout my pregnancy.
A part of me savored it while another part bristled against it.
That was my tomboy side, the side with two older brothers who never wanted to be seen as needing anyone’s help.
Later that night, we were back home. My house had become our house. Gabriel was finishing up an addition because we needed the space. He had added a new section to the back, so now the upstairs had two bedrooms in addition to a large master bedroom with its own bath and a nursery off to the side.
I was propped up on the pillows in bed, and we were watching a movie. He rolled to the side, sliding his hand over my round belly in a caress. “How are you feeling?”
I slid my eyes sideways. “You just asked me that ten minutes ago. I’m still fine.” My lips curved in a smile.
“Never hurts to ask again,” he murmured, dusting kisses along the side of my neck before his head rested in the curve of my shoulder.
“We can do this, right?” I asked.
“Absolutely.” He lifted his head, his gaze catching mine, radiating confidence and purpose.
Sometimes I didn’t know what to do with the man he’d become. After the fraught struggle we’d both gone through trying to accept that loving someone was even possible, we’d settled into a comfortable relationship, the fiery desire that had brought us together still burning.
He’d even reached out to his mom to finally address her pattern of asking for money.
While he knew she wouldn’t likely ever be all that stable, he’d had that difficult conversation and settled on a plan to send her money on his own because he didn’t want her in dire straits.
It wasn’t a perfect solution, but the lingering tension around her was gone for him, and she only called now to check in.
We sparred occasionally, but it was never difficult to make up.
And, oddly for a man who thought he could never be committed, he had an easy confidence about starting a family.
I’d watched him be a doting unofficial uncle to Elias and Cammi’s twins.
He was the one who first brought up trying to get pregnant.
Just now, tears pricked in my eyes as I looked into his.
“Okay, thanks for the reminder,” I whispered.
I fell asleep on my side with him curled behind me and his hand resting on my massive belly. So many things I never expected, and so many things I savored every moment of every day.
GAbrIEL
Six months later
It was dark, and a subtle noise filtered through the haze of sleep. I came abruptly awake. Nora was warm and curled up against me. I blinked and glanced around before realizing I was hearing our daughter, Laney. She wasn’t crying; she was laughing.
I rolled away from Nora, swinging my legs off the bed.
The hardwood floor was cool under my feet as I took the three strides from the bed to where our daughter’s crib was against the wall.
When I lifted her, she made a little giggling sound and wiggled.
I did a quick diaper change on the changing table immediately by the crib.
I slipped back into bed, propping the pillows against the headboard so I could hold her comfortably. I knew what was coming. I might not’ve been a father all that long, but I knew she wanted to nurse and would get irritable any second now.
As if on cue, she let out a disgruntled sound, something between a snort and a cry. Nora rose swiftly, moving to climb out of bed before I caught her by the shoulder. “I’ve got her already,” I whispered in the darkness.
Nora turned toward us, a sleepy smile curling her lips. Although the room was mostly dark, we had two night-lights, so I could see a hint of her smile in those glimmers of light.
“Hand her over,” she mumbled. She shifted the covers on her lap and propped the pillows behind her.
I carefully passed the small bundle of our daughter over, and a moment later, our baby was nursing. Nora leaned back, rolling her head to the side to look at me. “Thanks for getting her out of her crib,” she whispered.
“That’s my job,” I said, entirely serious.
Nora giggled softly, and the sound was a silk lasso cinching tighter around my heart.
Now that we’d been together for more than a few years, every so often, it was startling for me to contemplate that there’d been a time when I believed I wasn’t cut out for love or commitment.
Now? I couldn’t imagine life without Nora. Every day was another stitch in the fabric of our shared life and family. That world extended far beyond just the two of us and our daughter, the stitches encompassing our friends and more.
Even with sleep elusive now that we had a baby, I would take every bleary, tired morning as long as I could have it with Nora and our daughter.
I shifted closer to them, sliding my arm over Nora’s shoulders to sift my fingers through her hair while she nursed.
She eventually fell asleep after Laney finished nursing, while I waited a few more minutes before carefully returning our baby girl to her crib.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself alone in bed. Because I didn’t want to miss a second of our life, I hurried into the shower and then down to the kitchen, maybe five minutes later.
Nora was standing by the counter with Laney in her arms. “We beat him this morning,” she whispered as she pressed a kiss to Laney’s cheek and glanced over at me with a bright smile. “I already have coffee ready.”
I chuckled and stopped in front of them, resting my hands on either side of them on the counter, encompassing my small family in the cage of my arms. “Good morning,” I murmured.
Nora gave me a lingering kiss before I lifted my head and curved my palm over the downy soft hair of our baby girl. She had Nora’s big brown eyes paired with wispy locks of auburn hair.
“What are we doing today?” Nora asked when I looked back toward her.
Our daughter gargled and squeaked as if answering.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m hanging out with you. Remember? No flights for either one of us today.”
The curve of her smile deepened on her cheek. “Oh, that’s right. We promised ourselves a day of nothing.”
“It’s never nothing.”
“What do you mean?” she asked when I stepped away to reach for the mug she’d placed beside the coffee maker on the counter.
“I just like hanging out with you, and that’s not nothing.”
Nora’s smile was bright as I circled my arms around her again, abandoning the coffee. When I accidentally squished our baby girl, and she let out a sound of protest, our heads peered to look at her together.
This morning couldn’t be any more perfect. It hadn’t just been about getting back to us. It was so much more.
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