Epilogue
“Jenny, what the hell are you doing?” I asked my sister who was standing behind one of the greenhouses peeing.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she shouted.
I shook my head. Jenny had gotten high at my damn baby shower. I guess it didn’t matter because most of the guests that had arrived were strolling around the property sampling the damn weed plants.
I had told Brynn it would be a bad idea to have our baby shower at the farm, but she insisted and said there’d be enough room for everyone. Plus, it went with her vision of having tents and tables set up outside.
Smiling over at my Aunt Tracy eating a bacon wrap, my heart expanded, glad that she had made the trip down to the farm. We had rekindled a relationship over the past few years. It was good to see her again, now that I had so much clarity that I wasn’t a mistake.
“Hi, my husband.” Brynn beamed, wobbling toward me in a white, flowy sundress.
Smiling, I watched as the sun illuminated her skin and highlighted the brown streaks she had gotten in her now curly, puffed out hair. She laid a hand on her stomach that was the size of a bowling ball.
“Hi, my love,” I told her, placing a long kiss on her lips.
We had gotten married three years ago in a private ceremony in her mother’s backyard. The only people who were there were Jenny, Rob, and Ant. Those were the most important people in our lives. We didn’t want to have a big, fancy wedding, and we weren’t willing to wait any longer to join our lives. All we needed was each other.
She slid an arm around my waist as we both watched Ant chase around his two-year-old twin boys in a circle.
“Who would have ever thought we would see the day Ant became a father?” Brynn asked, shaking her head.
“Well, my love,” I said, gathering her in my arms, “God has a divine plan for all of us. We may not be able to see it, but best believe it will come to fruition.”
“When did you become all spiritual?” she asked as she played with the hairs in my beard.
Shrugging, I kissed her collarbone. “I don’t know, but what I do know is we can take thirty minutes and go upstairs to talk about how spiritual I am.”
She laughed. “No, Crim, our guests—”
“Will be fine,” I finished her sentence as I pulled her by the arm toward the house. “Anyways, all of them are high. Believe me, they won’t miss us.”
She glanced around. “Well, I wanted to represent us and who we are, that’s why I wanted to have it here.”
“To let people know we’re pot heads?”
She smacked my arm as I picked her up.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” I teased as I walked up the stairs carrying her in my arms.
Lying her on the bed, she started working on her clothes.
I told her, “Hold on.”
She frowned as I went into my chest drawer and pulled out a white paper. Handing it over to her, I watched as she narrowed her eyes.
“What is this?”
“Read it,” I told her.
She unfolded the letter and screamed.
“Crim, what did you do?” she asked with a hand to her mouth.
“It’s your own building where you can be your own boss and write all the reviews you want. Plus, I didn’t like Edward, so there you have it.”
She hopped up off the bed and squeezed my neck. “You think I’m ready to do this on my own?”
“Baby, you had faith in me when I didn’t have it in myself. You’re ready, B.”
She unbuckled the belt on my jeans.
“I’m ready for something else, too.” She stared down at my manhood when she unleashed him.
“Your horny ass,” I teased.
Moaning, she lowered her head, and all I could do was hold on to the bed post and enjoy the ride of what was yet to come for us both.
The End