Epilogue

Epilogue

Kat

Four Months Later

My big, sweaty man comes in and straight to me, dropping his hockey stuff on the floor. "Hey Sweetie, how are you feeling?"

I shrug and accept the kiss. Normally I would have gone with him, but this damned cold is really knocking me on my ass. I've not felt well for the past two weeks now. "Was that bitch, Maricia there?"

"Nope. Not since you and Bea and the new girl embarrassed the hell out of her." I sit back pleased that the little trollop hasn't been back since we had our little talk with her. There's no place for her kind of drama in the stands now that me and Bea are there supporting our men.

My brother joined the hockey team after he and Bea returned from their honeymoon. I was a little shocked by how well Whit and Bear have gotten along but the two of them have a lot in common. In fact, Whit has almost talked Bear into starting a company with him that deals with renovating older homes while still keeping the beauty of the past firmly present. When Whit first saw Bear and Bea's house he was really impressed with all Bear had done. They are even shopping the idea around to a network that is very interested in it.

"I missed everyone." I give him a little pout at the thought of missing one of his games.

"They'll all be over tomorrow, sweetheart."

"But I don't want them to get what I have. Especially Bea when she is having my nephew." We found out she's having a boy…or at least they are fairly sure it is since the ultrasound showed a little weenie and the baby flipped the technician off. Bear was very proud of that and is still showing the picture off to anyone he can.

"That leads me to the next thing I have to tell you."

He always does this when he is trying to figure out how to tell me something I might get upset about. "Just tell me, Whit. I don't feel well enough to try to figure stuff out today, baby."

"I didn't come straight home from the game," I try to hide my sadness over him going out to eat with everyone while I was stuck at home sick and miserable. I don"t want to take that away from him because I am sick as a dog. He just keeps talking though, "I stopped at the store and picked up some things for you."

"Things to make me feel better?" Chocolate and something a little sour maybe if I'm lucky. That man is too damned sweet and understands how to make my day so easily.

He sits by me and takes the bag out of his duffle. I dig into it like a kid at Christmas and sure enough, he has picked me up a whole bag of the good chocolate I love so much and the little sour gummy worms I have started to eat with them. He even has a follow-up to the novel I loved so much a month ago. I have really been looking forward to it since I found out it was coming out.

But there is more in the bag than just candy and books. "What is this?"

I pull the box out of the bag and start reading the front of it. My eyes widen and I look over to my lover, my best friend, my partner.

"I think you should take a test so we can rule out the possibility."

I shake my head and push the box towards him. Part of me is terrified that it will be negative and part of me is freaked out that it won"t be. What the hell do I know about babies? And what am I going to do about the wedding I am planning? I don't want to look like I'm smuggling a beach ball under my dress when I walk down the aisle to Whit. I want everything to be perfect. It makes me want to cry.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you up so you can pee on the stick or whatever you have to do so we can find out."

I let him help me to the bathroom and we figure out how to operate the damned thing. And then we wait.

It gives me time to truly think about all the changes that have happened in the past couple of months. Not only did Whit officially propose to me during a dinner with our family and friends but he bought me the big rock I have on my hand right now. He clearly wanted everyone to know that I am not a single lady. He also stopped work on his house…so we could go over the blueprints and I can add things to them that make the house mine as well as his…ours. That was what really made the fact that he loves me a reality. He wants me to build a home with him, one room at a time.

The timer on my phone goes off and we both look at one another. "Whit, what if…?"

"Then we take whatever it says and we get through it together, just like we plan to do everything that ever comes our way, sweetheart. Together. Just like everything else."

I nod and lean over to give him a kiss that lasts longer than I had intended. What can I say? My man has damn good kisses. I finally pull back and we both turn to look at the stick…and it's double pink lines.

We're having a baby!

Whit picks me up and spins me before I tell him to stop since it makes the spinning sensation in my head even worse. We kiss and hold each other until that isn't enough. Then my man scoops me up in his arms and takes me to the room we share to make love to me and to remind me and him that no matter what happens in our lives this man who loves me and supports me and protects me for life…He's Mine! And always will be.

The End!