Epilogue
Jewels
Under the twinkly Christmas lights in the backyard of our new cabin, Wyatt and I were married.
After he proposed, things shifted into high gear. Not only did we look around for a cabin, but the wedding planning took off with a mind of its own. What had started as small ideas turned into large ones with a mind of their own.
After months of planning, we were married on Christmas Eve day, keeping the Christmas holiday as our anniversary.
Wyatt’s father, Gerry, arrived, along with my parents and my older brother.
We had planned on spending a week together for both the wedding festivities and the holidays.
It was our first time meeting each other’s families, but everything went off smoothly, and after we were married, we celebrated with a Christmas Eve feast.
The next day on Christmas, Wyatt and I spent the morning at the shelter before we spent time with both sides of our families and caught up with people we hadn’t seen in years.
And when everyone packed up and left after the new year, leaving Wyatt and me, it felt almost too quiet. First thing I did was climb into bed, pull the covers over my head, and sleep.
I couldn’t believe a year had passed since welcoming Wyatt into my life. Now every Christmas would be special. We would celebrate the time we met, the time we got married, and how special our love was to one another.
Wyatt grew so much with his volunteering at the shelter, and now he was a prominent figure for the children there, a permanent role model. They loved him so much and some kids even began calling him the dad of the group. He blossomed right before my eyes, and I loved watching it.
We took an interest in the other’s hobbies. Wyatt tried and failed at learning how to knit and sew, and I grew impatient with the model car. So many small pieces could get lost. While neither one of us seemed to like the other hobbies, we still found common ground and spent time together.
That following January, Wyatt took me on a month’s vacation to Europe, where we explored several countries.
While all the traveling and walking was exhausting, Europe was beyond beautiful, and I enjoyed every part.
My most favorite part being when we went back to the hotel.
How we managed to get any sleep was a miracle.
After returning home to the states, I had a bout of the stomach bug except this time it didn’t seem to go away. I’d feel better for a little while, only to feel sick again the next morning. After a couple of weeks of on and off sickness, I realized my period was late.
Very late.
Two weeks late to be exact.
Sure enough, two pink lines appeared.
We were going to start our own family.
It was finally happening.
With a man I loved from the moment I saw him.
THE END
Thank you so much for reading The Mountain Man’s Christmas Angel.