Epilogue
Westin
Six months later…
“Do you know that Dylan can yawn, stretch and even suck his thumb now?” Kimberly says as she looks at her phone. I’m sitting on the couch and she’s lying down with her head on my lap.
My beautiful mate is pregnant and I have my hand on her little round belly, cradling it as she reads the texts she gets every month from a baby app she signed up for that keeps us informed about our baby’s development.
“He can even make faces,” she says as she looks up at me in amazement. “I wonder what face he’s making now?”
“Probably one of complete bliss,” I tell her. “That’s how I feel whenever I’m inside you.”
“Shut up,” she says with a laugh as she swats me away. I love how her cheeks still get pink whenever I talk dirty to her.
She puts her hand over mine and I
