Epilogue
...ONE YEAR LATER...
“Babe, I’m exhausted,” I mumbled into the pillow as I crashed into bed. “Can’t you get up?”
Zach groaned and finally extricated himself from the bed. “Fine,” he said in a voice that sounded as tired as I felt. “But it’s your turn the next time.”
I grinned to myself. Our baby was sobbing loudly in the other room, but I knew it was only a matter of time before Zach would provide comfort.
“You’re a good dad,” I murmured as I felt myself drifting back off for a few precious seconds of sleep. “You’re such a good dad.”
When I woke up again, sun was streaming through the windows of our bedroom. At my request, Zach had redecorated the whole house. Now our bedroom was done in soothing colors: periwinkle and silver, with light wooden accents. It wasn’t nearly the
