Epilogue.
Jody
“Where’s my ice hockey gear?” Oskar yelled, racing past me.
“In the cupboard, where else?” I asked mildly.
“Boom, boom, boom, boom!” Jesper shouted, bouncing on a chair. I calmly reached over and removed the hand grenade he was juggling. Magic walked by, and I gave it to him. He tucked it into his pocket as Lars stuck his head in the fridge looking for a protein shake.
Four months of this chaos. Magic must be insane, I thought as I sipped my chamomile tea serenely.
“Moster Jody, where’s my homework?” Jerrik called.
“In the study where you left it,” I replied.
Laila skidded past and accepted the banana I offered her. She was busy clipping her hair up and putting on lipstick. Magic reached out, took it, and Laila squealed. I held out another one, and she grabbed it and pocketed it. Magic glared at me in disgust.
“Pops! Can you help carry my science project to the car?” Henrik shouted.
“Please,” I tacked on.
“Please,” Henrik repeated. I wondered what the school would say when Henrik’s volcano blew sky-high. Magic had added his own twist to it. I hoped the teacher was ready for it.
“Moster Jody, I can’t find the family tree I needed,” Viggo called.
“I put it in the minivan,” Magic replied.
“Thanks, Pops,” Viggo shouted.
“I’m pregnant,” I said into the chaos. People kept rushing about, and I shrugged. I’d told them. Not my fault if they didn’t listen.
“That means you had sex!” Jesper chortled from the doorway.
Everyone froze and turned to look at Jesper, who was wrinkling his nose.
“What did you say?” Lars demanded, appearing.
“Moster Jody had sex,” Jesper repeated.
Magic choked and gazed at me for guidance.
“Jesper’s not wrong. That’s how pregnancy happens,” I agreed.
“That’s nasty, sex is all yucky and urgh,” Jesper continued.
“You’ll change your mind in a few years,” I replied.
“You’re pregnant?” Magic finally caught up. He was beyond stunned. He looked at my stomach and then back at my face. A slow smile began spreading across his lips.
“Yup, six weeks. Great, isn’t it?” I smiled as I sipped my chamomile tea, as eight flabbergasted faces stared at me. Life was fantastic, especially in these rare moments of sheer silence. Bliss!