Page 88 of Love is Blind

But the hole is a little smaller and I’m at peace.

Epilogue

Birdie

“What do you think?”Ghost asks.

Two months after his dad died, Ghost decided to sell his dad’s house and we’ve been on the hunt for a place of our own ever since it closed. This has to be the tenth house we’ve looked at this week—well, he looks, I just walk around and listen as he describes everything. This one seems lovely—lots of open space and everything is on one floor which were my only two requests.

“There’s only one bedroom.”

“We already discussed this, Birdie, we’re not giving Lucy her own room.”

I don’t know why he’s so against it, I personally think it would be amazing to have sex without hearing a dog wail in the background.

“I’m not talking about Lucy,” I say as I sweep my cane across the floor and make my way toward him. “What if we had a baby?”

After all the craziness with Ralphie died down, and we laid Ghost’s dad to rest, I went to the doctor like we discussed.

He wrote me a prescription for birth control, but while I was waiting to be seen, I overheard another woman schedule an appointment for genetic testing. So after the doctor checked me out and wrote me my prescription, I asked some questions and I scheduled an appointment to be tested myself.

Babies aren’t off the table.

Even if I carry the gene, there are options.

They could remove the gene and I can get pregnant through IVF.

Our baby wouldn’t be at risk.

He or she could have a life full of color.

“A baby,” Ghost says, his tone hoarse.

“Yeah. It turns out there are some options for people like me. If you want to have a baby down the road—”

He cuts me off with a kiss and that spark ignites.

Love isn’t blind.

It’s colorful as fuck.

THE END

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