Epilogue

"What the hell are you doing? Get down right now, Lynn." I reach up and grab her off the ladder by her waist. Bingo is at my feet, wagging his tail. If it weren't for his barking, yelling at her, I might have not gotten here in time to see her up there. Since she has been pregnant, he has been extra protective and underfoot. I remind myself to reward him for his hard work. Especially when I am at work.

"I was putting up the baby's curtains." she says in a ‘duh' sort of tone. I swear she is trying to send me into an early heart attack. We got married about one month after I slipped that ring on her finger. On our honeymoon we found out she was pregnant, thanks to the fact that all she did while we were in the Bahamas was make the toilet her best friend. Turns out, the first time I made her mine completely, we made our son. She is currently six months pregnant and glowing like a lightning bug in the dark. She has become almost unrecognizable. She smiles all the time, laughs like it is the only language she knows, and she no longer talks about herself in self-deprecating ways. When we discovered she was having our baby, she decided to stop working. She confided in me that she wants to be a better mom than the one she didn't have and to her, that means she needs to stay home. Of course I told her it was fine. My family has enough money, so she never has to work. My mom has taken to her like a mother to a daughter and it makes me happy to see their relationship blossom so much. What I don"t like is when she climbs ladders without me.

"What did I tell you about doing that? All you have to do is tell me what you need, baby. What if you had fallen and something happened to you or our son? Or you? Jesus Lynn. I wouldn't survive it if I lost you." I hold her to me tightly as we sit on the bed. I know I am overreacting, but fuck it. It could happen.

"I'm sorry, Zach. I just got so excited when the delivery came today, I didn't think. I'm sorry." She says wrapping her arms around my neck. She leans in to kiss me. "I can make it up to you." she whispers as her lips touch mine.

"What did you have in mind sexy?" My son moves inside her stomach as she moves to straddle me. I love feeling him move and spread himself around, proving to me every day that miracles do happen.

"Why don't you take my clothes off and find out." That is something she never has to ask for. I spend the rest of the night showing her how much a part of me she really is.