Epilogue

EPILOGUE

GAbrIEL

Six Months Later

G race stands on the porch of the cabin, looking out at the canopy of trees ahead of us. Whenever I need to focus on my writing, I visit my cabin in the mountains. It's a quiet refuge from the rest of the world where I can focus entirely on my work to feel inspired. Of course, I can't work on anything without my muse, my wife, coming along with me.

We've been married for about six months, and our relationship has been steady the entire time. Every morning for the rest of my life, I get to wake up next to Grace, and I know that I'm the luckiest man on the planet.

"We'll need to send these last chapters to the publisher as soon as you're finished," my agent says over the phone.

"I know."

He goes over the details of the book deal I signed while I keep my eyes on my wife.

Grace turns around, her hands resting on her stomach as she rubs the baby with a smile. The sunset creates a halo around her head, and she looks like an angel standing there, only giving me more ideas of beautiful things to write about.

I hang up the phone with my agent, and Grace walks into the living room of the cabin to sit down next to me. I reach over and rub her stomach.

After she said she'd marry me, I could hardly wait to get her pregnant. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, and pregnancy makes her glow so much more. I lean in and kiss her, lowering my mouth to her neck not long after.

"How could you possibly want to sleep with me right now?" she groans, looking over at me with a nervous smile.

"Because you're my wife, and I love you," I say, leaning in and kissing her again. "You're more beautiful to me now than you've ever been before."

"Look at me," she laughs, pointing at her stomach. "I don't feel so beautiful right now."

"No! You're stunning," I say, looking her up and down. She's only three months pregnant, and her hormones have been all over the place, but I do my best to reassure her that she's beautiful because it's the truth. "You're my wife, and soon you're going to be the mother of my child. There's nothing in this world that's more attractive to me than that."

I lean down and kiss her again. This time, she's more receptive to it. She wraps her arms around my neck and moans as our tongues collide. My phone buzzes in my pocket again, and I try to ignore it, focusing on kissing Grace. It buzzes again, and I reluctantly sit up with a sigh.

"I'm gonna throw my phone into the mountains," I say to my agent. Grace laughs under me, sitting up and straightening her clothes.

"You're going to regret that because I have some exciting news for you," he says, laughing to himself. "You know that other book you pitched to me? I've been shopping around with a few publishers, and I've got a deal being sent over to me tomorrow."

I smile at Grace, and she immediately knows what's happening. My agent gives me the details about the publisher and the deal he's expecting, but all I can think about is how badly I want to celebrate with my wife. The book is, after all, inspired entirely by her.

She climbs on top of me while both of us eagerly celebrate the exciting news.