Epilogue
Angela watched as her grandchildren played in the pool, smiling fondly.
“You okay, Mom?” her son asked, sitting down next to her.
She looked at Giro, her heart overflowing with love. “Have I ever told you how much you look like your father?” She sighed before she could stop herself.
He chuckled, rolling his eyes as his sister came over, carrying a squirming two year old on her hip. “All the time, Mom,” Sira replied, sitting down on her other side. “You miss him, don’t you?”
Angela ran a hand through her now-silver hair, smiling at all the memories she’d shared with Tiro over the past several decades. “Absolutely!” she replied.
“I still love the story about how you two fell in love in less than a week,” Sira said, reaching for the inflatable armbands that would protect her rambunctious daughter. “It’s unexpected, you now? Most people take it slow ly in new relationships.”
Angela laughed. “You say that all the time, and yet,” she waved her hand over the four grandkids. “It all worked out in the end.”
Her daughter gave her “the look” and Angela laughed. “You do understand how rare it is to find someone you love so quickly, right?” Sira asked.
“And how weird it is that you miss him right now.”
Angela rolled her eyes at her son. “Oh, I didn’t trust your father at all when I first met him. But when our eyes met across the room during dinner that first night, I still remember the excitement that I felt.”
“You don’t remember the reason for the event,” Giro teased, “but you remember the way a guy looked at you?”
Giro’s beautiful wife came over to sit on his lap, handing him a bottle of beer. “Stop teasing your mother. Their love story is one of those amazing tales that always gives me hope.”
In that moment, Tiro stepped out through the double doors. He looked around and Angela’s heart raced when their eyes locked. It was still there, she thought. Even after so many years together, this man still made her heart flutter with anticipation.
That’s when he waved a small box in her direction. Immediately, Angela blushed because she knew what was in that box. Okay, so maybe not the exact contents, she mentally corrected. But she knew that it was some new toy that would drive her wild. Her husband was still just as strong and vital as he’d been when she’d spoken to him on that balcony, all those years ago. And life had only gotten better and better!