Epilogue 1
Elle
Nine Months Later
I woke up in bed and immediately knew that I was alone. The mornings where Rhett was still in bed with me, he would be wrapped around my like a boa constrictor.
Instead his side of the bed was cold, and I could hear the faintest humming through the baby monitor.
Getting out of bed, I wrapped a robe around my body and padded across the floor to the nursery next door.
Sure enough, sitting in the rocking chair was my amazing husband and our gorgeous newborn daughter. Sleeping on Rhett's bare chest was our daughter’s favorite spot, and I couldn't blame her because I too liked to sleep there when I could.
"What time did she wake up?" I whispered as not to wake her.
"Not that long ago. I changed her diaper and fed her. She passed out about halfway through the bottle."
"She must've really wanted snuggles." I smiled down at him.
"Just like her mama."
I watched on in awe as his big hands practically covered our daughter’s entire back. There had been a time when Rhett hadn't wanted those hands anywhere near his nieces and nephews. Now we gladly visited with his family at least once a month if not more.
"Are you happy?" I asked in a whisper.
Rhett met my eyes. "I've never been happier in my life. Thank you for seeking me out that day in the bar. Because of you, I have everything I never thought I would have."
I brushed a tear from my eyes. Postpartum was no joke, and I often cried on a whim. I had thought pregnancy hormones were bad, but this was worse some days.
"I knew that day that I could trust you with my life, and I'm glad to see I was right. I love you."
"I love you too, beautiful. Now and forever."