Epilogue
Balfour
Kendrick knocked on the doorframe of my office door, which was open. Smiling, I stood up, rushing around my desk to kiss him, and then kiss the top of Evan’s red hair. Evan, six months old now, reached for me, grinning a toothless grin. I easily took him from Kendrick, who smiled his thanks.
“He’s getting heavy,” he sank down into one of the office chairs, stretching his back.
“Well?” I was practically bouncing like a little kid, waiting for him to tell me.
He gave me a narrowed look. “Well, what?”
Anderson walked by, clipboard in hand, and waved. “Hi Kendrick! Good to see you!”
“You too,” Kendrick waved back, then pointed his thumb at me. “Don’t let this one work you too hard.”
“I actually love all my new responsibilities,” Anderson beamed, tapping his pen against the clipboard. “I finally feel like I’m contributing.”
Ouch, that stung a bit. But, he wasn’t wrong. For too many years I had kept him “training”, not letting him actually do anything of importance. Until Kendrick and Evan, my job here was the most important thing in my life.
Now, it was a very tiny part of it.
“Have a good lunch,” Anderson called, hurrying down the hall on his way to the workshop floor.
“Okay, tell me,” I patted Evan’s chubby hands together, making clapping motions. The baby gurgled, bouncing in my lap.
“Doc Timmons said you need to learn to wear a condom correctly.” Kendrick snarked, grinning at me. “Or stay away from me when I’m in heat.”
My eyes widened at the implication. “We are?”
Kendrick sighed, rubbing a hand over his stomach. The stomach that had him running for the bathroom every morning for the last two weeks. “We are.”
Hurrying around to crouch in front of him, Evan still in my arms, I kissed Kendrick soundly on his pink lips. “I can’t believe we are having another baby so soon.”
Kendrick gave my chest a tiny shove. “Don’t think we’re going to be like your parents. Two is quite enough, especially so close together.” He sighed. “I haven’t even lost the baby weight from Evan.”
“You are perfection.”
His cheeks pinked as red as his hair, but he grinned at me. Palms on my cheeks, he pulled me towards him, Evan wedged between us. “I love you, grumpy elf.”
“Not as much as I love you, my nemesis.”
The End