Epilogue
OLIVE—FIVE YEARS LATER
I look at the little white stick with its two pink lines and smile widely.
Harrison and I have been trying to get pregnant for the last two years.
We were starting to worry that it wouldn’t happen.
We even went to a fertility specialist that said everything was fine with both of us that it just takes time sometimes.
There’s a knock on the bathroom door, and I gasp, spinning around and holding the test behind my back as Harrison lets himself in. He gives me a suspicious look. I can’t keep secrets from him, no matter how hard I try… and this isn’t a secret. Not from my husband. Especially not this.
I hold out the pregnancy test, and he looks up at me in surprise.
I’m guessing he thought I was in here getting ready for our anniversary dinner.
Well, I was, but when I was looking for a new toothbrush, I saw my unopened box of tampons and realized I’m late.
Now here I am, holding out a pregnancy test to my husband, who is just now realizing what exactly it is I’m holding up.
He takes the test from my fingers and looks down. His brows raise, and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Does this mean what I think?”
I nod with tears in my eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
He scoops me up in his arms and twirls me around the bathroom. I throw my head back and laugh at his exuberance.
“A baby.”
I smile down at him, pressing my lips against his. “Your baby.”
“Our baby,” he corrects.
He puts me down on my feet and kneels in front of me, his face level with my still flat stomach.
“I’m going to be the best daddy in the world to you, peanut. Your mommy taught me how to love, and I’m going to show you every day how much you’re loved. Both you and your mommy.”
Tears run down my cheeks at the sweetness of the moment. I run my fingertips through his hair. “You already do, Harrison. There’s no mistaking how much you love me.”
“Because you’re my heart.”
“I love you.”
He presses a gentle kiss to my stomach and wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me. “I love you too. Always.”