“Promise you, Nat, I’ll always make you the happiest I can, or I’ll die trying. Love you, Sunshine,” I rasp as I place a kiss on the finger I just placed her ring on.
“I love you so fucking much, Zack. I can’t wait to start our lives together,” she says with tears in her eyes. I wipe them away and just hold her there in my arms, with people surrounding us. We don’t have a care in the world except for each other, right here, right now.
Epilogue One
Zack
Six Months Later
We’ve settled in to life pretty fucking amazingly. With my parents in Florida and Natalie’s parents in Arizona we decided to stay in Alabama. The condo I had at the beach was plenty big for just the two us, and the view wasn’t too bad to look at either. It’s where we started our marriage, one we had in Florida in my parents backyard. It was quiet and intimate and only held our family and friends. Seeing Nat walk down the aisle to me in her ivory wedding dress, it had lace with these small cap-like sleeves, a sweetheart neckline that showed off her cleavage, but not overly so. Her figure was on display, and fuck if I didn’t love seeing her curves, but what really reeled me in was the beautiful serene smile she had on her face the whole time she walked towards me. She was absolutely breathtaking. I wanted to give Natalie the wedding of her dreams, but all she was worried about was just the two of us at the end of the day.
I wore a pair of black slacks, white button-down shirt, with a couple of buttons undone. Keeping it more casual than most weddings I’ve been to. At the end of the quick ceremony, we had a reception. We didn’t stick around very long. Natalie planned a honeymoon and shocked the shit out of me with news of her pregnancy. Apparently, with all the touring we were doing she forgot to schedule her birth control appointment and she conceived on the last leg of the tour. I was so fucking happy when she told me we would be becoming parents. Which now leads us to finally closing on our new home. This one isn’t on the beach much to Natalie’s chagrin, but we need more room than most beach cottages can give us. Evidentially when we go big, we go fuckin’ huge.
We’re at our house in a quiet neighborhood, by the beach. It’s just a five-minute walk instead of us being beachside. I find Natalie in the twin’s room. Yea, twins. I can’t fucking believe it, but I’m so god damned happy. She’s now five months along and is looking at the furniture placement and seeing what else we need to get baby wise. Clothing, diaper, and stroller wise.
“Zack, I think we’re going to need a lot more burp rags. From what I’ve been reading some moms say one child needs twice the amount for everything, and well, with twins we may as well quadruple it,” she says in a rushed-out breath as she blows her hair out of her face with frustration.
“We’ll go to the store tomorrow. Come on let’s go relax and put your feet up,” I tell her. The doctor has been closely monitoring her blood pressure and her swelling, worried that she may develop pre-eclampsia.
“Yeah, okay. I could use a glass of lemonade too, I guess,” she says as she rubs her rounded stomach, and fuck if that doesn’t make me hard as a rock.
“Go sit down, I’ll get your drink and come and sit with you. Maybe we’ll watch a movie this afternoon,” already knowing as soon as I turn on a movie she’ll be out like a light.
We picked out a home that has four bedrooms, three and a half baths, with an office for her accounting career, and an open floor plan. She fell in love with the quaint little streets that are covered in big oak trees, and I have to say I love that she’s made a house become our home.
Epilogue Two
Natalie
Three Years Later
It’s hard to believe just two and a half years ago, our son Mason and daughter Olivia made their grand appearance. I had hopes and dreams of having a couple of more children years down the road, but I couldn’t. It was devastating for me. I felt like a failure as a woman. Luckily, Zack was there through every step of the way, going through a hysterectomy right after having the twins, and not even being able to breastfeed, but instead pump my heart out before the surgery and then as soon as the doctor gave me the all clear to start pumping I did again, until I was able to nurse them myself.