Epilogue #2
Tucker doesn’t have a problem with it, however. He’s the next one through the door and brings at least a hundred helium balloons with him. “Those things would smother the babies, dumbass.” He comes to Mariah’s side, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. “How are you doing, Momma?”
“Surprisingly good.” Mariah carefully works Mitchell off her breast before offering the sleeping baby to my youngest brother. “Would you like to hold your nephew?”
Tucker doesn’t hesitate. He lets the balloons go, ignoring them as they rise to the ceiling, and reaches for Mitchell. He makes sure his little head is supported and gently cradles the baby against his chest.
Mariah’s smile illuminates her whole face. “You’re a natural.”
Tucker gives her a wink as he starts to bounce gently from foot to foot. “So the girls tell me.”
Mariah rolls her eyes as Trevor comes in carrying a vase overflowing with flowers.
It’s filled with pink roses and blue hydrangeas and some sort of weird little green ball looking things that somehow tie it all together.
Like Tucker, Trevor comes to Mariah’s side, setting the flowers on the table next to her before pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“You look beautiful.” His eyes come my way. “I heard you almost had to catch a baby in the parking lot.”
I wish it was an exaggeration. “I promised her a pony if she kept them both inside until we got into the hospital.”
Tobias is the last one through the door, and he comes in rolling his eyes, carrying a basket filled with soft pajamas, comfy socks, lotion, and about a million other things.
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t buy her a pony regardless.
” He rounds the bed just like everyone else, kissing Mariah’s cheek before setting the basket next to the flowers.
“I’m pretty sure you also offered to buy her a miniature cow at one point. ”
“And thank God she didn’t take you up on it.
I can only imagine the shit I would have to deal with if everyone at work found out there were miniature cows in play.
” Trevor leans over Tucker’s shoulder, the hard line of his mouth softening as he looks at his nephew.
“Uncle Tucker will buy you a miniature cow though. Do you want a miniature cow?”
“You know babies can’t talk, right?” I thought my brothers were well-developed, socially functional humans, but the giant stuffed animals and Trevor’s offer of livestock is making me wonder.
My mother is already unloading food, doting on Mariah the way I knew she would. I know she is dying to get her hands on a baby, but I also know she wants Mariah to get all the love and care she deserves.
“This is a special smoothie that’s supposed to help your milk production.
” My mom pulls a cup from her magic bag, switching out the top before poking a wide straw through the hole.
“It’s also supposed to help replenish your energy after labor and delivery.
” She hands it to Mariah before going back to her bag.
“I also brought tons of fruit and vegetables with dip so you can snack whenever you need something easy.”
I stand from the bed so Mariah can have a little room to spread out. I’m barely a step away before Tobias is at my side. He jerks his chin at the bundle in my arms. “Give me that thing.”
I angle a brow at him. “That thing?”
Tobias matches my expression. “They’re Thing One and Thing Two until you name them.” He smirks. “And when they’re terrorizing everyone as toddlers.”
“I’m going to make sure they only terrorize you.” I shift my little girl so I can pass her off. “And they have names.” She barely stirs at the transfer. “This is Mary Elizabeth and her brother is Mitchell Ethan.”
The room goes quiet.
My mother’s hand comes to rest against her heart, the expression on her face filled with sadness. “Oh, Ty.”
I look over my family, the pain pinching their features, and recognize a loss I thought was mine alone. It never occurred to me they might carry pain of their own over losing Kara and the baby. I was so deep in my own suffering I didn’t consider how anyone else would be handling their deaths.
I swallow hard, my throat so tight it’s difficult to speak. But they need to hear who knew exactly how to give me—us—what we needed.
Again.
“Mariah chose the names.” I reach for her the way I always do—the way I always will—knowing her touch will ground me. Pull me from the past I won’t ever truly escape.
But am learning to live with.
And it’s all because of her.
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