EPILOGUE
GAVIN
ONE YEAR LATER
“Did you turn on the heat?” Maize calls from the kitchen as I take care of our laundry in the living room.
“No,” I answer with a chuckle.
I’m folding clothes while watching the football game, but Maize’s hot flashes have me cracking up, especially in the middle of November.
“God. Why’s it so hot in here?” She comes into view, and I nearly burst out laughing when I see she’s taken off her pants and shirt.
Meanwhile, I’m in joggers and a sweatshirt since she’s turned on the air conditioner.
“I think it’s you, sweetheart,” I tease, standing to meet her. My palm automatically lands on her belly, and I’m overcome with pride. “You’re not only eating for three, but your hormones are raging.” I smile, thinking about the two babies inside her that I can’t wait
