EPILOGUE
QUINCY
I stood on the beach on Coronado Island and sank my toes into the sand. Rose petals were scattered in the shape of a heart around me. I held a bouquet of pale pink roses in my hands and a wreath of them crowned my head. A white, lightweight, flowy sundress, cut in the babydoll style so there was nothing constrictive around my swelling belly, served as my wedding gown. I’d become so sensitive, I couldn’t stand rough fabrics or anything biting into my skin.
It seemed like pregnancy made me feel like a big baby, so I’d have some compassion when I was finally caring for one. I had my energy back, but I still napped a lot. Ate more than one breakfast. Felt like crying when I was hungry or tired.
Three more months, and we got to meet this baby.
Our daughter. Yeah, a girl. Wh
