Epilogue
Tori – 5 Years Later
You’d think that, after the fourth pregnancy, walking with a bowling ball under your clothes would get easier. I can’t see my feet, but I know they’re swollen and it feels like someone is trying to convince my spine to adopt a permanent curve.
Annabelle is playing in the living room, a skinny 5-year-old girl with hair just like her father - golden, thin, and just so adorable. Wyatt is playing on the floor with Jack, our 3-year-old boy whose hair is darker than mine, and Natalie, our 18 month old girl who has her daddy’s eyes and my complexion.
The chaos of breakfast has subsided, the screaming mostly quieted, and I get a cherished moment of relative calm as I fold the eighth load of laundry today. Wyatt pretends to roll over Jack, who giggles furiously
