Epilogue
C alista – (Six Months Later)~
Seriously, how many curses were you allowed to put on one person?
I shook my head as I thought about the rotten fruit basket on my doorstep earlier, and the only good thing was that I no longer had to throw them away in secret. It also hadn’t been worth calling the police as Louise was finally moving away, and she couldn’t leave fast enough for my liking.
Luckily, after Myer and I had filed our formal complaint against Louise, we hadn’t seen much of her, and neither of us had seen hide nor hair of Jury Patton, either.
Now, were they still all together? I had no idea, and I didn’t care.
I had more important things to deal with in my life than Louise Mackrell.
The timing of Myer coming into my life had also become a nonfactor when Mitchell and Abrielle had decided to actually elope.
Mitchell’s father had made an innocent remark about the music choice, and that’d been enough for my poor brother-in-law.
He had cleared his schedule, forced Abrielle to clear hers, then had absconded to Las Vegas for the weekend, coming back happily married.
As for Myer’s brother, he and his fiancé were scheduled to get married after the birth of their baby, and I was going to be Myer’s official plus-one for the occasion.
The wedding was going to be a small one, but from what I understood, it’s what Whitney wanted, and Zachary was all about what she wanted these days.
“Do I need to call the fire department?” Myer asked as he banged on the bathroom door. “Lunch is ready, woman.”
Yeah, lunch was going to have to wait.
Having taken care of business and washing my hands almost ten minutes ago, I opened the door to find Myer scowling down at me. “You okay?”
“I guess that depends on your definition of okay,” I replied as I handed him the stick with the plus sign on it.
Myer’s green eyes widened as realization dawned, the pregnancy test beginning to tremble in his hands. “Is this ours?”
“No,” I deadpanned. “I dug it out of the dumpster at work to prank you.”
His eyes narrowed as he said, “Not funny, Calista.”
“Nothing about this is,” I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’ve only known you for six months.”
“You forgot to mention that they’ve been the best six months of your life,” he retorted. “Plus, I love you, and you know that I love you, and you know that no one else will ever love you like I do.”
“Can you focus?” I bit out sternly, ignoring his truths. “This is serious, Myer.”
“It’s a positive pregnancy stick, Calista,” he shot back. “It’s not a threat to all of humanity.”
My eyes rounded at that. “How can you be so cavalier about this? A baby is a big deal.”
“Yeah, and?” he asked. “As far as I’m concerned, the only issue I see is the timing of our wedding. I mean, we don’t want to usurp Zachary’s big day, but I’d also rather get married before we have the baby.” He grinned at me like this wasn’t life changing. “But it’s up to you, baby.”
“You’re out of your goddamn mind, Myer Justus,” I told him just in case he wasn’t aware.
“What I am is hungry,” he said as he set the pregnancy test on the counter before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s go eat, and then you can tell me all the reasons why you’re freaking out right now.”
“Are you seriously not...not worried?” I asked suspiciously.
“Calista, I’m going to be thirty-nine soon, so I’d rather you get pregnant now than later,” he replied seriously. “As it is, I’ll be damn near sixty when he or she graduates from college.”
“They say that sixty is the new forty,” I remarked, still in denial a bit.
“My achy joints would disagree with that,” he chuckled.
“Are you seriously not freaking out?”
Myer stopped me in the middle of the living room, though my eyes looked over to see lunch already waiting for us, and my stomach suddenly growled.
“I love you, Calista,” he said, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes so damn serious. “Forever.”
“Yeah?:Forever?”
“Forever, baby,” he vowed, and what more could a girl ask for?
The End.