Epilogue One
AUTUMN
Three Years Later.
“Go, Daddy, go!!” my sweet, nearly two-year-old son, Brock, calls out to Law as he nails a home run, winning the game for his team.
Since finding out we’re pregnant with a second son a few months ago, Law has taken on fewer cases and spends more time with us.
Not long after I moved in with him, I was lucky to find a job in an independent bookstore, something I’ve loved doing since the start.
And when Law is working, I’ve been able to bring Brock along with me as well.
However, once this baby is born, we’ve decided that I’ll stop working until we’re done having babies and they’re in school.
Before Brock came along, I hadn’t a clue how much I would love being a mom.
How much time I would want to spend with my babies, and now, doing anything else is unimaginable.
And I know my husband feels the same way, as I watch Brock run around the cage and straight to Law as he slides into home plate.
Our little family is where we find our happiness.
The extension of my sisters and their families only adds to it.
“Hey, darling.” Law comes around to me, his hand zeroing in on my belly as his lips connect with mine. Brock’s head leans on his shoulder contentedly. “How are you feeling?”
“Perfect and famished. But we’re fine.” I seem to be in a constant state of hunger while pregnant with these boys.
“Let’s get you some food, then.” And my husband is always happy to fill me up with whatever I crave.
“Burgers and watermelon?” He chuckles at my suggestion but nods his head as we meet up with War and Christmas. “BBQ at our place?” I ask, knowing my sister will be unable to resist. She’s currently in the same predicament as I am.
“Do you have cucumbers and soy sauce? Oh, peanut butter too?”
War chuckles but gets an elbow to the gut for his trouble.
“We’ll stop at the store, babe.” As we separate to our vehicles, he says to Law, “Send me a list of anything you need.”
“Call your sisters, love. Might as well make it a family affair.” My husband reads my mind so well.
After he straps Brock in, who is happily playing with his little foam bat and ball, I wrap my arms around his waist. “I was so lucky you took my case on, you know that, right?”
Brushing the hair away from my face, he grins, “No, baby, I was. I never thought I’d have a family, and now I have you all, plus all the siblings a guy could ever need. So, thank you for loving me back.”
Pressing up on my toes, I plant a kiss on him before he can reach for me, locking lips until Brock starts knocking on the window and giggling. It’s a sight he sees often, and I hope it models the way he should see relationships in the future.