Epilogue
Brina
(Christmas)
It was Christmas day, one of the hardest days of my life, but this year was different. Instead of it being just me and my mother at the Wyoming cabin, we had a full house.
Wade’s arms snaked around my waist, his fingers rubbing circles around my belly. I was five months pregnant and loving every minute of it. The baby kicked and we both laughed. “Merry Christmas, sunshine.”
I flipped the last of the banana pancakes. “Merry Christmas to you, my love.”
He kissed my cheek and leaned against the counter, wearing the plaid flannel pajama pants I bought him, along with a white T-shirt. Ever since that day on the beach in Charleston, we hadn’t been away from each other for so much as a day. “Sleep okay last night? You tossed and turned a lot.”
My gaze turned to t
