"Whatever you want," he agreed.
Our lips met, our tongues tangling as we pressed into each other, breathing in the same air, a meeting of two souls.
"Well, I can see I don't need to explain how this happened." The doctor's amused comment interrupted our make-out session.
He tapped his clipboard. "You're cleared to head home. Bloods look great. I've written a referral for the obstetrician and managed to get you an appointment for Friday but all looks great. They'll schedule a scan to be sure. In the meantime, fluids and bed rest. Hopefully, the nausea improves."
"Thanks, doc." Will held out a hand, shaking the doctor's enthusiastically. "Thanks for everything."
The doctor grinned. "It's news like this that brightens my day. Now get outta here you love birds."
And with a laugh, we did just that.
EPILOGUE 1
Karen
Nine months later
"Push!"
I screwed my eyes closed, sucking in a breath as I fought the pain.
"Again! One, two, three, push!"
With a last shove, Chrissy and I wrestled the new bed into place.
"Jesus," I muttered, wiping at the sweat on my brow. "We really should have waited for the guys to get home."
Chrissy waved a hand. "Why wait when we can get the job done?"
"'Cause I'm a month postpartum and shouldn't be doing this kind of strenuous work?" I said with an eyebrow raise.
"If our peasant foremothers could return to sowing potatoes in fields and running from marauding English after having babies, surely we can handle one little bed."
"I don't know how to answer that."
She grinned. "Anyway, Amy is gonna love it."
I looked around the little girl's room, grinning at the ballerina mice on the wall. "She really is."
Amy happened to be barely a year old but already acted like she was going on twenty-six. Chrissy had her hands full with her daughter.
My phone buzzed, interrupting my thoughts.
DaddyDogg
How's my baby?
MommyDogg
Me or your offspring?
DaddyDogg
You, of course. I already know my little girl is perfect.
I chuckled, loving Will's utter devotion to our children.
