Epilogue
O ne Year Later
I stood on the balcony, taking in the beautiful scenery from our penthouse apartment. I barely reacted from feeling Ja’vari’s strong arms encase my waist. “Good morning, Mrs. St. Clair.” Ja’vari’s deep voice sent a shockwave through my body as his breath tickled the tiny hairs in my ear.
“Good morning, husband.” I relaxed in his arms, my head resting on his chest.
Ja’vari and I married two months after our reconciliation, and we were now living in San Jose. Ja’vari worked at Samsung, and I was in grad school. We jumped back into things like we hadn’t left. Everything felt so right. Things were great for us.
After leaving Vegas, Vanessa reached out to apologize, and while she’d never be my favorite person, I did accept. That was the last we’d heard of her.
“How are you feeling?” His strong hand dropped to my protruding belly, rubbing it. I was five months pregnant. We were having a boy.
“Huge.” I knew I was being dramatic.
“Never that, beautiful.”
Ja’vari always complimented me, even when I looked like the Cynthia doll from Rugrats .
I prepared to speak but stopped upon hearing Ja’Lani cry. “I got her.”
I followed Ja’vari in the house, standing in the doorway of Ja’Lani’s room, watching as he held her and calmed her. Ja’Lani was now two and had Ja’vari wrapped tightly around her finger. Smiling, I loved the view. This was my life, and Ja’vari was indeed my endgame.
The end.