Epilogue
JESSA
My eyes opened blearily to the sound of baby noises coming through the monitor on the nightstand next to our bed. Our sweet little girl was only four weeks old, and I was convinced that she had her daddy’s appetite.
“Stay where you are, beautiful. I’ll bring her to you,” he offered, lifting my left hand to drop a kiss on it, right over the rings he’d placed there nine months earlier.
Even though Roman might have been fine waiting a little bit longer for our wedding, my grandmother had threatened to get her shotgun out if we didn’t get hitched sooner rather than later.
It wasn’t the living together that had gotten to her; it was the fact that I might have already been knocked up.
So she’d set to planning our wedding right away, and it turned out to be a good thing since the pregnancy test I took a week later was positive.
“How’s my princess?” I heard Roman murmur through the monitor and smiled. He was such a soft touch when it came to Kinsley. She had him wrapped around her tiny fingers, and it was a beautiful sight to see.
Scooching up against the pillows, I reached out my arms to take the squirming bundle that was our daughter when Roman walked over to the side of the bed.
Kinsley gave me a toothless grin and cooed before she latched on my breast and sucked hungrily.
Roman grabbed me a cold bottle of water from the kitchen and set it on the bedside table before climbing back into bed.
Sliding an arm behind me, he shifted our positions so I was lying against his back and he held me while the baby nursed.
“Remember that day in the truck when I told you that lucky wasn’t strong enough of a word to describe what I’d be if you were pregnant with my baby?”
I smiled at the memory. “How could I forget? It’s when you told me we were getting married, too. Why?”
“I still haven’t come up with the right word, but I think it’s because there just isn’t one. Not in any language.”
I rubbed my cheek against his. “That’s because there doesn’t need to be one. Not when you show me each and every day.”