8 Months Later
Alice finally agreed to marry me in early May. Our families gathered in her parents' back yard and one of my friends from law school, now a judge in the city courts, officiated. Alice's wild hair hung long and loose, spilling down her back and around the deep green dress that hugged our baby.
The round form of our son jutted from Alice's front, taut and centered so you'd never know she was pregnant from the back. As I pulled her in to kiss her after our vows, I felt him kick and admired his timing.
A few days after the ceremony, Alice carries the final box into our kitchen. She began sleeping here with me as soon as we finished painting and all the fumes dissipated. We sold my penthouse and have been gradually rearranging so the house is ready for Baby Stag. Gran deci
