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“Me too.” She hugs me and gives Khristian a playful punch on the arm. “You’re not so bad, big brother.”
“Can I have my wife back now?”
She smiles. “Yes, the cute men at this wedding are calling.”
“Don’t you even…” Khristian begins, ever the overprotective brother.
I cup his face, turning it back to me as Sascha escapes. “One more dance, then we should really sneak off.”
His serious face turns softer in a matter of seconds. “Do you know how lucky I am?” He presses a kiss to my lips.
“I’m the lucky one. I found the man of my dreams.”
“And he loves you, so very much.”
“I love you too, Khristian. I promise I’ll be everything you need.”
He smiles against my lips. “You already are.”
One year after that…
Khristian
I stare at my babies and my gut clenches.
We really did this?
Twins?
The nurse passes me my daughter. She’s so tiny.
Imogen smiles up at me, her face beaming with pride as she holds our son in her arms.
A boy and a girl.
My daughter is just like me; the same eyes and nose, with her mother’s skin. Our son, however, he’s just like her with a shock of dark hair and adorable cheeks.
“How did we do this?” I whisper, kissing my baby on the head.
“I can give you one guess,” she laughs.
Tears well in my eyes. This is everything I ever wanted. Do people really get everything they want?
I tell myself yes — yes they do, because I’m proof of it. A family. My family.
I bend down to kiss her for the millionth time. “They’re perfect, just like you.”
I’m amazed what women can do. Their bodies being stretched throughout a long and often painful pregnancy. Imogen suffered horrendous morning sickness for the first few months, but as the babies grew, things got a little easier. It was a helpless feeling. She insisted on going back to work once the sickness got better, but I didn’t like that idea. No wife of mine has to work, especially not while carrying my children. She’s a stubborn little thing, and we compromised on three half days so she could train the new buyer for the store.
Now we spend half our time in Seattle and the other half in New York. There was no way I could go long term without my parents around. Now they visit Seattle so often, I bought them an apartment in the same building as ours. My mother especially will be in seventh heaven with two babies to spoil. I can just imagine the pride on my father’s face when he sees them.
“I don’t know, their father is pretty darned great.”
I brush my hand over our son's hair and he yawns. He has the tiniest little nose, mouth and hands. I stare at him in wonder.
“Khristian, sit down, you’re making me nervous,” Imogen laughs.
I smile, perching on the side of the hospital bed. “You did an amazing job, my beautiful wife. You made me a happy man when you agreed to take my hand in marriage, and now you’ve blessed me with a son and a daughter.”
