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His eyes left mine and drifted to the check, but he shook his head and set it down on the counter.
“I’m not sure I want to take their money to help set us up in life.”
I understood that completely, but a hundred grand was a large sum of money to just ignore.
“We could put it toward a wedding after the baby is born,” he suggested. I made a face, and he smiled, continuing, “What was that face for? You don’t want a wedding?”
“I’d been planning my wedding to Jonah for… years, Pete. I don’t want a wedding.” I paused, feeling more than a little selfish. “But if you want one, we can have one.”
“I don’t care either way. I just want you to be my wife.” He started walking toward me, his eyes locked on the windows behind me. “You know, the courthouse is still open for another two hours…”
“What are you implying?”
“How quickly can you get dressed?”
“Why…?”
His eyes sparkled with sudden excitement.
“Fine, we can use the money to build the house on the property I already bought.”
“You bought it?” I asked excitedly, rising to my knees. “When?”
“Yesterday. It was going to be a surprise, and I thought we could celebrate tonight… What better way to celebrate than by going down to the courthouse and saying our vows?”
I shot off the couch and ran to him, throwing my hands around his shoulders. “Lets’ do it.” I smiled, kissing him tenderly. “I’m ready to be Mrs. Greenway.”
“Mrs. Greenway,” he purred, nibbling on my lower lip. “I like the sound of that.”
Epilogue
Pete
I’d never been a huge fan of hospitals, but having a pregnant wife meant visiting them frequently. Especially if that pregnant wife was overdue, overtired, anddonewith being pregnant.
Forty weeks came and went and no sign of our baby. Sierra was livid, pacing the length of our apartment back and forth for the last three days, grumbling at everything, and everyone. Keely and Moira did their best to try to help her. Moira had been on bedrest the majority of her pregnancy with Holly, so she knew better than anyone what it was like to be cooped up and stressed out.
But the baby wouldn’t come, and Sierra threw in the towel at her last appointment, refusing to leave until they induced her.
Ten hours later, I sat by the window overlooking the hospital parking lot and an absolutely unreal late spring sunset. The whole sky was orange, pink, and red, and the tiny bundle in my arms was cast in a golden glow that filled the room.
Sophie Jane Greenway had blonde hair and blue eyes—we thought. Right now, her eyes were black and didn’t open very often, but in the sunlight, we could see the beginnings of the same crystal blue that I had. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I’d counted each finger and toe.
What a blessing. I was still unsure if any of this was real.
It was very real to my wife, who was sitting up in her hospital bed eating pizza from the hospital cafeteria, her sole focus on food, not us.
I didn’t blame her in the slightest. Watching her bring our child into the world was a life-changing, if not a little shocking, experience.
Sophie made a small, cat-like noise before her face twisted into a scowl that reminded me so much of Sierra I laughed.
“What’s so funny,” Sierra asked, a soft, sleepy smile on her face.
“She looks like you.” I grinned, meeting my wife’s eyes.
“Oh, please.” She chuckled, waving her hand in dismissal. “She looks like you. Which I find really unfair since I did all the work.”
“I contributed to this,” I argued, arching my brow.
