“God, he looks just like you,” Grant says.
I giggle, covering my mouth so I don’t wake Malcolm. Grant looks at me and asks, “What’s so funny?”
I control myself and say, “I was just thinking that he looks just like you.”
“Really?” he says, “I don’t see it.”
“Well,” I say, kissing him on the tip of his nose, “It’s a good thing I’m here, then.”
He smiles at me, and again, he looks so much like our son that I am overwhelmed with emotion. I throw my arms around him and say, “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asks.
“Everything,” I say.
He wraps his arms around me and holds me for a long time. We don’t say anything, but just hold each other for a long time, basking in the joy of our closeness.
After a while, he bends over, and I yelp when he literally sweeps me off my feet. He laughs and I slap his shoulder and say, “Quiet! You’ll wake the baby!”
“Make a baby?” he says, brow furrowed in exaggerated confusion. “You want to make another baby? I mean, if you insist.”
“Calm down, buster,” I say, as he carries me out of the nursery and down the stairs to the living room. “You already got some. You don’t need more.”
“Ah,” he says, “You see, that’s where you’re wrong. I absolutely need more. I need a lot more. In fact, I need you pretty much constantly. Infact,”
He drops me onto the couch, and I yelp again. “I think you should take your clothes off right now and let me have some of what I want before I have to take it.”
I flash him a coy smile and say, “What if Iwantyou to take it?”
His eyes narrow and an instant later, I gasp and say, “Wait, wait, let’s go to the bedroom. In case Malcolm wakes up.”
Malcolm doesn’t wake up, which is a good thing because by the time Grant is done with me, I don’t even have the energy to stand anymore. I spend the next hour or so smiling and twitching on the bed while Mack heads downstairs to pour us drinks.
He comes back upstairs with the drinks and ice cream and says, “So what should we watch tonight? Action, Horror, Sc-fi?”
I wrinkle my nose and say, “You know, movies exist that don’t involve men hitting or shooting things, right?”
He wrinkles his nose in a caricature of my own expression and says, “Who the hell wants to watch that?”
“I do,” I say, “We’re watching a romcom.”
“Not a chance,” he says, swiping the remote from my grasp.
“Hey!” I say with a giggle, “No fair! I gave you pussy twice. No, three times!”
“Oh, fine,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Put on your stupid romcom.”
I do, and the particular romcom I choose tells a story of a woman who falls in love with a very manly police officer. I can’t resist teasing him about the similarities between him and the main character.
When the movie is finished, there’s something else I can’t resist and if the first three times don’t put another baby in me, this time definitely does.
Extended Epilogue
McKenzie
Fourteen Years Later
“Come on old man!” Dad calls, squaring up against Grant and setting his stance to make attacking easy.