Epilogue
“Zed, grab your little sister and come on. Your Grandmother is waiting for us.” I yell at my son as I walk to the car holding the baby. Of course he squirms as I try to get him into the seat and as frustrated as it makes me, I can’t help but smile as I look at his cute little face. Over the past six years, Zach and I have had three kids. Zed who is our first born is six and as serious as his dad, but he is also the sweetest, most caring little boy ever. Especially when it comes to his little sister. Evalynn is three and she is as sassy as they come. She is beautiful, smart and a full-on ballbuster. But, she also knows that she has her dad and brother wrapped around her finger and she uses it. Often. Then there is my little squirmy wormy, Lance. He is eleven months and doesn’t stop moving. Not to mention this little guy can eat you out of house and home. He was my biggest baby and that doesn’t seem to be changing. Unless of course the one I am currently carrying decides to pick up weight. Yes. I am pregnant again. Six months to be exact. This one is another girl.
We are currently on our way to a babymoon. We have taken one in my six month with each of my pregnancies. We are going to Colorado this time. I want to spend four days curled up, naked with my husband in front of a fire, doing nothing but having orgasms and eating. Zach is amazing. He works all day and then comes home and takes over so I can have some alone time. He cooks dinner, gives baths and puts to sleep. I hear the women I have a mommy and me with complaining about how their spouse does nothing but watch games and sleep. I give thanks everyday this is not my story.
Not to mention, as you can see, he can’t keep his hands off me or me him. “Alright. Everyone buckled up?”
“Yes. Where daddy?” my baby girl asks.
“He will be at grandma and grandpa’s to say goodbye to you. Shit. Is Bingo in the car?” I look around and notice he is not in the back seat. Getting back out the car, I open the garage door and there he stands, old and droopy, but still cute and sweet. He spent five years as a service dog for children in the hospital. We went every Saturday and Sunday for hours and hours. Even after I had the kids. Then one day, he couldn’t get up off the floor. We assumed he was tired and thought nothing of it, until we came home later that day, and he still hadn’t moved. Zach rushed him to the animal hospital, and we found out he had a kidney disorder. Devastated doesn’t begin to cover it. It was especially hard because Zed loves him. They are like the cutest best friends and having to tell him Bingo was sick, was the worst. He had surgery and went through some treatment, but his days as a companion for sick kids, was over. Now, he sits at home and loves on the kids. I know his time is coming where he will leave us. Don’t ask me how I know, I can just feel it. As hurt as I will be, I know he loves us, and he can feel the love we have for him.
Bingo was the first friend I found that loved me unconditionally. If it weren’t for him, I might never have had the courage or the space to let Zach in. In some ways, I owe my ability to love, to Bingo.