Oneyearlater
I struggle with the zipper of my coat, but it’s no use. “It won’t zip,” I complain with a sigh. “Noneof my clothes fit anymore.”
William grins. “That’s what happens when you’re carrying twins.”
At the mention of the babies growing inside me, I can’t help but smile. Despite our best efforts, we didn’t end up making a baby the night William proposed. It took lots of fertility treatments and, ultimately, invitro fertilization. The price was high—both financially and emotionally—but it was worth it.
Standing on my tiptoes, I wrap my arms around my husband’s neck. “Mr. Jones?”
“Yes, Mrs. Jones?”
“I think I’ll need to borrow a coat from you again this year.”
Chuckling, he plants a row of kisses along my jaw. “Okay…if we can find one that fits.”
I lean back, smacking him playfully. “Jerk.”
So, once again, I attend the Mercury Ridge Christmas festival snuggled inside one of William’s coats, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.
And I owe it all to a fortune cookie.