22. Epilogue
Edith
We had a quiet wedding on the same day we finalized the adoption. Frank wanted it that way so we would all be Holliday’s together.
We moved into Frank’s house, and I loved having a backyard for the kid to play in and it’s nice having a little space from my family.
Although I think Evie is sure she lives here part time.
I’d been waiting all day to surprise Frank, and now that they’re home, I can. Frank came into the kitchen, sniffing the air.
“Something smells good.” His deep voice rumbled.
“It’s for you.”
“Really?” He pulled me close, kissing me. “What is it?”
“You’ll see.” I moved from his arms and went to stand by the sink.
When the timer went off, he grabbed a potholder and pulled the baking sheet from the oven. “You made me a bun?”
“Yep.”
He set it on the stovetop. “It’s just a bun?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded.
He looked from it to me and back again, obviously confused. “Why just a bun?”
I couldn’t help the giggle that came out. “Where’d you get it from?”
“The oven.”
“Put it together, Francis.”
His eyebrow rose as he muttered to himself. “Oven bun, I took the bun from the ov …” His head snapped up as he looked at me. “Bun in the oven?”
I nodded.
“We have a bun in the oven?” He motioned between us.
I laughed as I nodded.
“Hell yeah!” He ran over and hugged me tight. “We’re having a baby!”
“That we are.”
“Who’s having a baby?” Matt wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl.
“We are, Mattie! You’re going to be a big brother!”
“Cool.” He smiled and walked over to the fridge to get a drink. “One or two?”
“God! Don’t ask that!” I grabbed my chest. “One at a time!”
“I meant soda’s, Mom.” Matthew looked at me like I was nuts.
Frank wrapped his arms around my middle, his hand spread out on my belly. “I can’t wait.”