Epilogue A year later. Kai
Epilogue
A year later.
Kai
Sunday mornings have always been my favorite.
It has been three months since Rachel and I moved into my mother’s house.
We chose to move here since it’s bigger, with more room for the kids.
Because that’s our future now: Kids. Multiple.
We got married six months after she kidnapped me, and it was two months later when we met our daughter.
She has my mother’s name. We both decided it was fate when this little girl entered our lives, and who are we to turn down fate?
Applying for adoption turned out to be trickier than we expected, but as someone who went through the foster system myself, I couldn’t let this sweet criminal get lost in it.
The social worker who helped me back then also helped us adopt our daughter.
And two months of supervised visits later, we entered this house as a family for the first time.
Our family is only going to get bigger once our son arrives.
Gloria, our daughter, is excited to meet her new baby brother; it was the one thing she talked about during every visit while we were trying to convince the judge we were a good fit.
I’m sitting in the backyard with a beer in my hand while my best friend argues with his boyfriend about the best way to cook ribs.
I don’t get involved; they’ve got this. My beautiful wife is trying to play fetch with the dog and Gloria, and by trying, I really mean trying.
Rachel is almost ready to give birth at any moment, and every movement she makes seems to require double the energy.
But when I try to help in any way, she gets upset and starts crying.
So I’m trying not to get involved with that either.
Instead, I’m drinking my beer and basking in the happiness of the moment.
Everyone I love is here. And life, for once, is good.