Epilogue
Blaine
4 Months Later
“Blaine!”
I smiled at the irritated voice calling from the nursery. The closer Mira got to her due date, the outright bitchier she was getting, but I didn’t mind all that much. Her pregnancy hormones were still ensuring multiple rounds of s*x every day, so I took her equally frequent yelling in good spirit.
It was pretty hard to be too upset when you were working on a constant o****m-high.
I stripped my T-shirt off and jogged up the stairs toward the nursery.
“You called, my beautiful love?” I said with a smirk as I stepped into the room we had both spent so much time picking out furniture and decor for these past few months. I had never been much of an interior designer, to put it mildly, but when it came to our baby’s room, I’d found myself having an
