AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Epilogue
Savich House
FOUR WEEKS LATER
TUESDAY NIGHT
Sean was tottering on the edge of sleep when his father sang the third verse to him in his smooth baritone about a racehorse named King Hank who ran so fast he wore out his shoes every single week. Savich looked down at his precious son, asleep now, and wondered how fast he’d have to run to wear out his sneakers.
When Savich finally slipped into bed, he pulled Sherlock into his arms, breathed in the faint rose scent of her hair. She was safe, she was home, she was with him. It had become a mantra. Even after a month, he’d think of the two endless days he’d searched for her and his heart would still race. The fear was still there, burrowed down deep. He squeezed her tighter. He still worried whenever she was out of his sight. Even though he never said anything, he knew she guessed. He kissed her hair, felt the bouncing curls tickle his nose.
“Dillon?”
He kissed her nose. “Sean’s finally asleep. I had to sing all three verses of the ballad of King Hank, the racehorse of a thousand shoes. I don’t think he realizes a horse’s shoes aren’t quite the same as his.”
She kissed his neck. “I have something to tell you.”
He was stroking his hands up and down her back. He kissed her ear. “And what’s that?”
She leaned up over him, touched her fingertips to his cheek, and kissed his mouth. “Take a deep breath.”
He was immediately alarmed. “What is it? Is something wrong?”
She kissed him again. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. Something’s wonderful. You’re going to be a father again. I’m pregnant.”
