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Ben stands, and shakes the doctor’s hand. “Thank you.” He smiles proudly.
He takes my hand and we walk out to the parking lot in silence.
We get to the car and I freeze. “Ben. Two babies?”
I begin to freak out.
“I was scared to have one. How in the hell will I cope with two?”
Ben smiles lovingly at me. “We’ll work it out. I’ll have some time off work.” He kisses me and rubs my stomach before he bends to kiss it.
“Twins,” he whispers excitedly.
My face falls. “I don’t think I can do this.”
He smiles with a beautiful twinkle in his eye. “Remember what you told me, Didge?”
“What?”
“We can do anything as long as we have each other.”
He kisses me and he’s so hopeful and happy, and my world stops turning, because, just like that…
He was saved.
I will love him
to infinity and beyond.
THE END
EPILOGUE - Marx Girl
BEN
6 Weeks later. The wedding.
I glance over to Joel. “Do you have the rings?” I ask.
He pats his pocket. “For the tenth time, yes.”
I look up the street, my anxiety rising.
“She’ll be fine,” Joshua offers.
“Yeah, I know.”
“As fine as she can be with two of your baby apes inside of her,” Brock mutters as he fiddles with his cufflinks. “No wonder she’s fucking grumpy.”
I smirk as I continue to look up the street.
I’m standing outside the front of the church with the boys, Joshua, Cameron, and Brock. Rick, Matt, Ethan, and Joel have flown in, but Ally stayed at home as their baby girl is too little to fly.
Today, I officially get to marry my Bridget, and the poor thing happens to be sicker than I have ever seen her..
So much so that this morning I actually asked her to postpone today’s ceremony.
She wouldn’t have a bar of it.
She’s been on her hands and knees throwing up for three weeks, and if I thought she was snarky when she was tired, I didn’t know what was to come. Her morning sickness will be the very death of me.
I’m quite sure she’s plotting my murder. I now sleep with one eye open.
I don’t know why they call it morning sickness, because for Didge, it’s a twenty-four-hour exorcism.
I wish I could do it for her.
It kills me to watch her go through it.
“So, what happened with the dress?” Rick frowns.
I roll my eyes. “Ugh. Where do I start? She bought a wedding dress weeks ago and loved it. But when she tried it on yesterday it didn’t fit around her boobs. She’s grown from the pregnancy, so she went into a complete meltdown.” My eyes find his. “No shit, like, fucking Armageddon.”
Rick and Ethan laugh.
“She was throwing up and Abbie, her nut job friend, was laughing and saying she knew those boobs of hers were going to get her into trouble one day. Tash and Adrian were running around like maniacs screaming at everyone while they were trying to find a dress and shoes at the very last minute.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fucking chaos, I tell you.” I sigh.
Stan widens his eyes. “It was hectic. We went to the gym to hide.”
Rick winces. “Nasty.”
“Yeah, thanks for that, by the way,” Brock mutters as he dusts off his suit shoulder.
“They’re your sisters,” Stan replies, deadpan. “Only fair you should get the honours.”
“Yeah, well, this is why I’m not getting married. I can’t deal with this shit,” Brock says as he curls his lip before he turns his attention to the American boys. “So, you guys going to come over and work for Marx Security with Joel?”
“I can’t yet. Ally isn’t keen.” Rick frowns. “I’m still working on it.”
“I’m coming.” Ethan smiles.
“Yeah, me, too,” Matt agrees.
“I can’t wait to get over here,” Joel says.
He moves over in a month and I smile. It’s going to be so good working with my friends and showing them around Australia without having army duties to worry about. We’re finally going to have some fun.
That’s if Bridget stops fucking throwing up.
“How many do you have working for you now?” Ethan asks.
“I’ve got six guys. Jesten starts next week, and then with you three it will make ten of us,” Brock informs us.
“Ugh.” Joshua groans. “I still can’t believe you hired that fucking idiot.”
“He’s good at what he does,” Brock argues.
I smirk. Stan gets worked up at the smallest mention of Jesten.
“What’s this guy’s go?” Ethan asks. “Why does Stan hate him so much?”
“Nothing. Jesten just digs his wife.” Brock winks. “Doesn’t he, Stan? They go way back.” He rubs salt into the wound.
“There is no way back,” Stan snaps as he pulls the sleeves of his jacket down to straighten them. “He wishes there was history.” He glares at Brock. “However, I will break your jaw if you talk about wayback.”
I chuckle and throw Brock a wink. I love watching him stir Joshua up. He takes the bait every time.
