Epilogue
Shay
A year or so later
Jackson and I had married in the small outdoor chapel his mother had built years back on the farm. We married the following spring, a full year after I had arrived.
This afternoon, I was returning from an appointment with my doctor. I hadn’t told Jackson about it and was now wishing I had. I didn’t like to keep any secrets, even small ones that were for a surprise.
Perhaps because both of us had been through some difficult times, the idea of having children had once seemed like an impossible dream. I had carried the knowledge, because of what happened with Clint and injuries I had sustained, that there was a slim possibility I might not be able to conceive.
I found out this afternoon that, while I did have scarring, I should be able to get pregnant. I
