EPILOGUE THREE - Dylan
* Three totally blissful, slightly chaotic, fart talk and love-filled years later *
Dear Scarlett,
A couple of years ago, when your mom was cleaning out your freezer, right before we moved in together, she found a letter you had written to me.
I mean, we both assumed the Dylan you had addressed that letter to was me.
I assumed you hadn’t meant for me to read it.
Evelyn felt that since you hadn’t destroyed it, you surely must have intended for her to one day find it and give it to me.
So that’s what happened. She gave it to me. I read it. I reread it. Many times. I love it… I told you that when I thanked you for it.
It seems I may have misplaced it at some point…
but it was the best letter anyone had ever written to me, whether you meant to send it to me or not.
As you know, I used to take it with me whenever I went on location for work.
I have it memorized by now, so I don’t actually need to look at it.
I also don’t really need a reminder of how you feel about me because you’re so good at showing it. Not just when you’re mad either.
I know I’m always pretty good at saying what I need to say to you, but there are some things that are just so important you have to put it in writing.
That’s why I’m writing this letter to you now.
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t say to your face, and I don’t ever want there to be a time when I can’t tell you something.
But I just wanted to say that I think… I feel that you absolutely are the best therapist I’ve ever had.
Not as my actual therapist but in the way that being loved for who you are is the best therapy there is.
I love the family I grew up with, but I never felt completely at home with myself or with them until I was with you.
I don’t know if I was still just a boy when I met you, but I became the man I always knew I could be because of you.
For you. And for Noah. And for Mr. Noodles.
I love being your husband. It’s the most important role I’ve ever had in my life so far.
I’m so wizard at it. And I will be the best dad I can be for the little girl you’re going to give birth to soon.
With my looks, your brains, and a big brother to explain all gas-related questions to her in great detail, this kid is going to have a pretty amazing life, and I can’t wait to meet her.
I’m putting this letter in your hospital bag so you have it with you. I plan to be there the whole time, but you know how it goes. Chaos, traffic, Noah stuff. But I’ll be there. I will always be there for you.
I do believe in fate.
I believe in us.
I’m really proud and honored that you chose to land in a safe space with me. Just know that I’m still falling for you. Every single day. Over and over.
I love you with my whole heart,
Dylan
PS. I really can’t wait to get my penis back in that vagina of yours. I mean, I’m really glad our baby will be coming out of it and that’s the most important thing, of course, but I seriously cannot wait to get back up in there forever and ever amen.