Epilogue
Dy
One Year and a Half Later
If someone had told me that this would be my life, I would have probably slapped them in the face.
Here I was, sitting in my own corner office, with artist contracts and proposals spread around me like confetti. My agency was prospering. We had signed five new artists, and Brick’s sophomore album was currently at the top of the charts.
His music was doing exactly what he intended for it to do—bringing the culture back to real lyricism in hip-hop. I was beyond proud of him and myself. Together, my husband and I had built something real. Something lasting.
Taking a moment to soak it all in, I turned to look out of the window at the Jai City skyline.
I was home , in more ways than one. Brick and I traveled often but decided that we wanted to plant our roots in Chaney.
I was honestly happy to be back, and even happier that my best friend decided she wanted no part of New York if I wasn’t living there anymore.
Wilder had officially started her own law practice in Chaney, and it was doing amazingly well.
She and Marcellus were also officially a thing according to her last Shutter post, soft launching their relationship. They had been dancing around their feelings for each other for long enough, so I was happy to know that they were done playing games.
Life was good for us all, and after the news I had gotten earlier, it was only about to get better.
I glanced at the small, wrapped box sitting on my desk, just as my office door opened. My smile grew as my fine ass husband walked through the door. He had pulled an all-nighter in the studio, so this was my first time seeing him today, and I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy.
“Wassup, Mrs. Ellis?” he asked once he made it to me. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly.
“Hey, Mr. Ellis.”
Grasping my hand, he gently pulled me to my feet before he sat in the chair himself and brought me down on his lap. As always, he started being nosy, going through the different documents on my desk. He stopped on the potential cover art for one of our new artists.
“This is dope as hell.”
I grinned. “I agree.”
He kissed my neck then leaned back.
“Wassup, though? Sounded like something was on your mind when you asked me to come through.”
I glanced at him and saw nothing but concern and love as he stared back. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the gift box and handed it to him.
“Open it,” I said softly.
He lifted a brow but immediately began unwrapping the box silently. He looked inside and frowned before pulling out its contents.
In his hands was a white onesie that said: Your newest little lyric .
His eyes snapped up to mine, shimmering and searching.
“Doll,” he said lowly, his voice cracking.
I nodded, his glistening eyes prompting my own tears.
“We’re about to be somebody’s parents, Brick.”
For a minute, we just sat there, staring at each other, with tears in our eyes.
“Aye, baby. You for real? Don’t play wit’ me.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t have gotten a onesie made if I weren’t serious.”
He closed his eyes, and his first tear finally fell. Resting his forehead against mine, he said, “Thank you for this, Doll.”
He pulled back and placed a hand on my flat stomach. Staring at it, he spoke. “You gave me everything I didn’t even know I needed. I’ma spend the rest of my life giving you and this baby the world. Thank you, man,” he said again.
I kissed his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
We had spent the last two years building a legacy, and now we were adding to it by building our family.
Every chapter we had written thus far was the preface to the forever we were working toward.
With this baby, that forever seemed brighter than ever, and I was here for everything that came with it.
The second verse of our love song had been just as amazing as Brick promised. I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
The End!