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Five weeks ago, I wanted just one night with this man.
But one night was never going to be enough with him.
And now, a lifetime doesn’t seem long enough.
It’s hard to believe so much has happened since then—that I’ve found the love of my life.
How grateful I am that I learned the truth.
We break off the kiss when the doctor walks in. He’s a man about forty years old with a kind face and a nice smile.
“There she is… you’re looking a lot better. How are you feeling?” he asks in a clipped British accent as he picks up my chart and reads it.
“Like someone used my chest as a sieve.”
“That’s to be expected. You’ll be sore for a few weeks, but you will bounce back as good as new. It was a close call,” he says as he writes something on my chart. “Congratulations, by the way.”
Slightly confused, I ask, “For not dying?”
The doctor chuckles. “Well, there’s that. But on the other news.”
“Other news?”
“You’re pregnant. Five weeks to be exact.”
ARES
The room is bathed in moonlight.
I stand at the end of the altar dressed in a suit. Beside me, Paw does his best to calm my restlessness, but he’s not succeeding.
“I’m not nervous,” I tell him.
But I’m lying.
I feel angsty because I want to see my girl. I haven’t seen her since yesterday, which is the longest I’ve gone without her since she was shot, and I almost lost her.
I’m so in love with her it physically hurts.
But then, I like pain.
Like her, it’s addictive, and I’m the willing addict. Every day I crave her touch, and every day she gives it to me, and it sends me further and further into my addiction.
“Relax, buddy. Your girl will be here soon,” Paw says.
Across the room, I see my son in Cinnamon’s arms—four months old and the most perfect thing in the whole fucking world. My nerves immediately calm. His name is Frankie, and the moment he came into this world, my life became so much more.
Today, my life will be complete when I make Rory my wife.
When she appears at the end of the aisle on Jack’s arm, tears spring to my eyes.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Our eyes lock as she makes her way toward me, dressed in a simple white dress that falls elegantly around her figure. From a small crown in her hair, a trail of sheer fabric floats behind her. My heart is about to burst out of my chest, and I can barely breathe as I watch her.
Paw pats my shoulder. He’s grinning. I glance around the room—everyone is smiling. Some of the old ladies are crying. Hell, even Earl looks like he’s fighting back the tears. Beside him, Dolly curls an arm through his and nestles closer to him, her smile dazzling.
When Rory reaches me, I take her hand.
