Epilogue
Maggie
One year later
Garner and I were married in a private ceremony with both of our parents in December, reminding us that Christmas brought us back to one another. It played an important part in our relationship and our memories together.
After the ceremony, we all shared a small dinner, and the following day, Garner and I boarded a flight for our honeymoon, a tour through Europe.
We loved it so much we wanted to go back, but this time with the agenda we wanted.
We spent extra time in the cities we hadn’t seen yet, spending extra time in England and Scotland.
I couldn’t help that’s where all the cute bookstores were.
They were like hidden treasures tucked into tiny spaces. Discovering one was the best part.
Garner found his own love for books in the historical fiction genre, supporting my love for bookstores and getting lost in them for hours. He’d spend his time lost in a book while I browsed the shelves and read too, bringing him drinks and snacks and kisses.
One night, while lost in the basement of an old bookstore, we got locked inside after they closed.
Using our phone flashlights, we managed to find a lighter and a couple of candles, using them for light.
Under candlelight, we fucked on the table before finding our way outside through an unlocked window. Thank God there were no alarms.
We took a ride on the London Eye Ferris wheel, and while hundreds of feet in the air, Garner fingered me and rubbed my clit until I orgasmed on the way down.
That was the best part of him. He always kept me on my toes. It was exciting and fun, and I hoped it would never change.
While visiting Italy, we took a pasta making class and a brick oven pizza one. We ate until we couldn’t walk and drank more wine than we should’ve.
In Paris, France, we danced under the moonlight at the Eiffel Tower and made love in our hotel room to the sounds of live music drifting in through our open window.
In Amsterdam, we partied like two college students, experiencing it together since we never got to in college. We visited a sex club and watched people fuck, only to end up fucking in our own private room. It was the hottest fucking thing I ever did, and Garner was fucking amazing.
How he made me orgasm every night over and over, I’d never understand. My clit barely needed to be touched before I was ready to explode, my body so primed to him.
One look and my panties were soaked.
One kiss and I was ready to lie down and spread my legs.
And when we returned from our honeymoon, rested and exhausted at the same time, I lived out my fantasies every day. Sometimes we role played, sometimes we had sex in his truck, or in the backyard. It was hot as fuck.
Another Christmas came and lately, I was falling asleep as soon as we started cuddling on the couch after dinner.
Then the nausea hit me.
I could barely brush my teeth in the morning without gagging, and after checking my period app, I discovered my period was late. By a couple of weeks. How didn’t I notice?
Maybe all the hot sex you constantly had.
“Garner!” I called from the bathroom, hugging the toilet.
“Oh no, Mags. What’s wrong? Stomach bug?”
“I need you to run to the pharmacy and get me a pregnancy test.”
“A pregnancy test?” He exclaimed, his eyes wide.
“Yes. My period is late and I don’t feel good.”
“Holy shit. Okay. Oh my God. Is this really happening?”
“Yes, baby. Deep breaths.”
“Shit. You’re the one sick. What am I doing?” Garner opened the cabinet and grabbed a washcloth. He turned on the sink and dampened the cloth, ringing out the excess water. Then he placed it on my forehead. “I’ll go right now.”
Twenty minutes later, he delivered the test to me in the bathroom. He had already unwrapped it, ready for use. “Want me to wait in the bedroom?”
I shook my head as I pulled myself to a stand. I pulled my pants down and sat down on the toilet, clutching the test in one hand as I peed on the tip. I capped it and placed it down on the counter, finishing up and washing my hands.
Garner embraced me in a hug, and I rested my head against his chest with my eyes closed, another wave of nausea overtaking my senses. I breathed in and out slowly as it subsided.
After what felt like hours, I whispered, “Okay, it’s time to check.”
“Do you want me to look first? Or do you?”
“Let’s look together.” I reached over and picked up the test, turning the screen face down. I held in front of us and counted. “One, two, three.”
I flipped the test over and we both gasped.
The word pregnant clearly displayed on the screen.
“Mags!” Garner cried.
“We’re pregnant.” I burst into sobs.
After a long wait, one worth every second, our family was growing.
THE END