Epilogue - Jax
Six Years Later
“Please tell me you didn’t buy Hope a mini dirt bike for her birthday.” Piper stands on our front porch, our two-year-old son balanced on one hip and her other hand rubbing her six-month-pregnant belly. “She’s only five years old.” She glowers.
“But, Mommy, I want to ride motorcycles like Daddy and my uncles.” Hope dances around Jax and the mini dirt bike, wearing her brand-new pink helmet. “Cousin Elliott already has a dirt bike, and he’s three months younger than me.”
“Hope has a point there.” I smile at Piper, and her glare turns into a sigh of acceptance.
“Fine, but if she crashes and breaks her arm, you’re the one who will have to deal with her itchy arm in the cast.” Piper gives in.
“Bike. Bike.” Our two-year-old son, Jax Junior, or JJ as we call him, points at the mini dirt bike.
“Oh, no, buddy. No bike for you yet. Your sister is already giving me gray hair. I don’t need both of you making me prematurely gray-haired.”
“Oh, Mommy.” Hope rolls her eyes, looking like a mini me of Piper. “Daddy and the uncles won’t let anything happen to me. Right, Daddy?”
“Right, Pumpkin.” I smile down at my little girl.
“Okay, you two, but hurry up and have your ride. We need to leave for Jonah’s football game in two hours.”
I rush up the stairs and capture Piper’s lips with mine. “I love you, wife. Thank you for your love and for giving me this beautiful family.”
Piper’s eyes fill with tears. “And I love you, husband. Thank you for saving my family and me and for giving me hope for a future I didn’t think possible.”
Hope.
The reason we decided to name our first daughter that. She was the first gift that hope brought us. With many more blessings to come.
-The End-