Epilogue
“Astrid, please. Don’t carry that, I told you I’d get that for you,” Sean sighs, taking my purse from me.
I roll my eyes, cradling my belly with one arm and snatching my purse back with the other. He’s taken the doctor’s words far too literally. “It’s a purse, Sean. I can carry it myself. The doctor said I can do a lot of things myself, actually. So you can stop hovering,” I laugh, half amused and half exasperated because of course, he doesn’t back away.
“I don’t like that doctor,” he grumbles.
“God.” I pause, turning to pat his chest as I look into his eyes. “You are ridiculous, you know that?”
“And you are the love of my life and pregnant with my child. So I will be overbearing and carry your ridiculously heavy purse.”
I sigh, admitting defeat, letting it slip down my arm as I give it over.
“What do you have in here anyway?”
I roll my eyes, taking his hand as he insists on helping me down the two steps in the garage.
“Everything.”
“Obviously.” He opens the car door for me and helps me into the seat, rushing around the front to get inside. “You don’t even need a purse.”
“I don’t?”
He scoffs, opening the garage door and turning on the ignition.
“What if I wanted to pay tonight?” I ask. One of these days he’ll have to let me. I am his wife. It’s not like there’s really a difference. The moment we were engaged he put my name on everything and insisted that his money was mine.
He takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips, kissing my fingers. “Then I would tell you that it would hurt my feelings.” He makes his best sad face and I smack his arm.
“You’re completely unreasonable.”
He snatches back my hand. “Baby, if you want to pay so badly, I will let you hold my wallet tonight, okay? A compromise.” He grins, clearly proud of himself.
“You know, you don’t have to take care of me all the time. I can take care of you sometimes too.”
“Astrid. You do take care of me. No one has ever loved me as much as you do. And I know that.”
I snuggle into his side as he turns the corner out of our neighborhood.
“And that means that I will love you accordingly.” He kisses my hand again as he slows at a red light. “Because you deserve the best. Forever.”
“Forever,” I agree.
The End.
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Let me backpedal…
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