For a long time, we just look at each other as if we can’t believe our luck. Atticus, a man I don’t even know, worked a miracle for us, and for that, I’ll forever be thankful to him.
Looking around at the apartment we’ve shared for the last few days, I grow dour. This place once held fleeting joy for me, but I need something more. I need a fresh start.
I grab the walkie-talkie from Hunter and hit the TALK button.
Fiona:We’re ready!
“What are you doing?” Hunter barks.
“I’m excited to see our new home!”
“You mean our jail cell?”
“Stop! If you go in with a negative mindset, you’re going to be miserable.”
A smile forms on his lips. “Okay, Martha-Freaking-Stewart.”
The radio crackles.
Cole:Already?
Hunter grabs the walkie-talkie, scowling comically.
Hunter:You heard the lady.
Cole:I’ll be right there.
Epilogue
HUNTER
Months Later
Waking up next to Fiona is a dream I can’t believe is real. Not because she’s beautiful or smart or insightful, which she totally is.
But because she takes away the pain.
I’ve warned her not to sleep next to me. That I might do something to her in my sleep. She refused to listen, insisting that she can tell when my night terrors are coming.
Thankfully, I rarely have them now, and while they haven’t completely disappeared, they’ve lost their edge.
I scoot down the bed and shower her belly with kisses. Soon, it’ll be round, growing with a promise of a better tomorrow.
She turns toward me. “God, how are you up so early?”
“It’s not early.”
She jolts up, pushing me out of the way. “What time is it?”
“You have twenty minutes until Clint collects you and brings you to the other Kept.”
She rolls out of bed and stretches, and I get to gaze at her body one last time before she dresses.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Each morning, she’s been sleeping in longer and longer. Growing babies is tough business.
I go to the kitchen to fry her some eggs while she gets ready, making them just the way she likes.
