Epilogue
Months later, after the long, hard winter, Myrtle knew she’d found her home. Her plans were on track for her bakery.
All of her friends were having babies, but she wasn’t yet. She didn’t consider that a bad thing though. No, she wanted her business up and running before children came along, and it looked like it would happen.
She’d found a partner for the business, and ground was broken in spring. By summer, she had a bakery, where she served soups and baked goods every day.
Maybe she’d started her marriage wrong by bringing along friends her husband hadn’t expected, but it had all worked out in the end.
Aaron walked into the bakery at lunchtime. “Got any soup for a hungry man?” He asked at the counter.
Myrtle heard his voice from her spot in the back. “What happened to the lunch I sent with you?” She asked as she came around the counter.
“There was a hungry man, and I knew I could get a free meal here and see the woman I love. What more could a man ask for in life?”
“I have meat pies and rabbit stew today,” Myrtle said.
“Both,” he replied, not surprising Myrtle at all. “I’m hungry!”
Myrtle rolled her eyes. “There’s no man on earth who eats as much as you and still claims to be hungry.”
“I’m a growing boy!”
She just laughed and brought him his lunch. Life in Alaska was good, and she wouldn’t change it for anything.