Epilogue
ETHAN
TWO YEARS LATER
I’m covered in clay and need to shower before heading in for the night, but I can’t pass up the opportunity to sneak inside the nursery first.
My gorgeous wife is rocking our baby and humming as she nurses him. It’s the most beautiful image in the entire world, everything I ever could’ve imagined. And more.
“How’s it going?” I whisper, grabbing her attention as I lean against the doorway.
She smiles up at me, a noticeable glow circulating her face.
“He’s just like his father. Gravitates to the left more than the right.” She chuckles, holding his precious little hand.
“We Rochester men know what we like,” I say with an unapologetic shrug. “Plus, the left one is bigger.” I flash her a wide, knowing grin.
She rolls her eyes and looks back down at him. P
