EPILOGUE
Savannah
Six months later, we’re sitting in our cabin at night; the snow wasn’t too high that we couldn’t go out and see the city and meet friends earlier. This is our getaway from work, and now, with me eight months pregnant, Cassian wants me to take early maternity leave to relax and enjoy our time before we become parents. The man is over the moon with our first pregnancy, according to him. He likes me barefoot with a round belly. He sits in between my legs, resting against my pregnant stomach as we watch tv after eating a bowl of ice cream, barbecue ribs, and cornbread with lemonade. Rubbing my belly as the little one kicks me again; I think he knows when his father is close because all he does is kick me non-stop for his attention.
Cassian ends the call with his father. “I
