Epilogue
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New moms are so the best.
Amia
Daddy thinks I can’t see him sneaking kisses with Miss Leora at the other end of the grocery aisle. I can, though. He’s taken four so far, and is leaning in for a fifth. I look away real quick before his lips touch hers.
I’m happy Miss Leora is with us, but those kind of kisses are so yuck. I can look when he kisses her forehead or her cheek or her shoulder or her hand or her…
Wow. Daddy sure does kiss Miss Leora a lot.
I wish he would just marry her already. Instead, he keeps her ring in his pocket all the time, doing nothing with it.
If he waits much longer, I’m going to propose for him. How much more waiting do we need to do? How much sweeter could things get? She’s already perfect. She’s pretty and smart and kind and everything I have ever wanted.
She cares about me. She braids my hair and puts it in space buns and listens to music with me and she reads me stories when I ask and she lets me hang out at her store with all the pretty rocks, and she even made a display just for my rocks, which she gives me to make pretty every single week.
And she got me another rock tumbler so now I have three.
She’s the best mom ever.
I huff at the rows of crackers in front of me. I don’t even like crackers. I’m only over here so that maybe if Daddy wants to propose to Miss Leora in the grocery store, he’ll have the chance.
I peek at my grown ups.
Daddy is not on one knee, and Miss Leora is not crying and saying yes a bunch of times.
I sigh.
I’ll give him until school starts. Then, whether he’s ready or not, he’s getting engaged.
And I’m getting my mother.