Page 24 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
While we’re kissing, John clears his throat. And when we pull away to look at him, he’s rolling his eyes. “Come home for dinner, both of you. We’ll have a lot to talk about,” he says and dashes out of my house, slamming the door behind him.
Anna and I gaze at each other for a moment and then we both grin.
“I’m going to leave a five-star review for the plugs on Amazon,” she says giggling. “It’s definitely the best purchase I’ve ever made.”
“You naughty little girl,” I say and pull her to me for another kiss.
Epilogue
Anna
“Daddy’s pictures,” my three-year-old son Ethan grins as he grabs an album from one of the boxes I brought into the study to unpack.
I realize it contains Tony’s model collection. “No Ethan. Not this one,” I say and snatch the album from him before he sees his dad’s underwear shots.
He pouts for a second before I show him another album. “Here, look,” I say as I open the album and show him Tony’s childhood pictures. “Daddy is riding a bike.”
The child smiles and claps his hands.
While he goes on to browse his dad’s pictures, I carefully take the other album to the bedroom and shove it under my pillow. It’s definitely something I want to share with Tony tonight before we go to bed. It’ll make nice foreplay when we christen our new bedroom. Remembering that our romance started with me being a peeping Tom still brings me warm cheeks.
We’re moving into our five-bedroom beach house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Tony started to build it as soon as I agreed to marry him four years ago, but it took us longer than expected. After it was done last year, we were both too busy to move. I graduated from college just a month ago and won’t begin working as a high school teacher for another two months.
Tony got his tenure at Sunnyvale College last year, and even became the associate chair of the history department lately. So, life has been good to us. My dad and my husband are best friends again, although it took my dad a while to forgive Tony. Dad’s teaching less and staying home a lot to help me babysit Ethan, which makes my mom jealous.
When I return to the study, Ethan is giggling.
“What’s so funny?” I ask as I start to put books onto the bookcase.
“Mommy Daddy kissing,” he says.
“What?” I glance at him and realize he’s checking out our wedding album.
I can’t help but sit down on the floor and go over the best memory of my life with my son.
Tony proposed to me the same day he found out I was pregnant when we were having dinner at my parents’ house. I was thrilled when I saw the diamond ring he held in his hand, which he told me later belonged to his grandma.
We had a simple wedding at a venue in town, inviting only friends and families. I still remember the excitement and the anxiety. I was six months pregnant and no way I could’ve hidden my belly. I actually cried when I looked myself in the mirror, despite Tony’s attempt to convince me I was the most beautiful bride on earth.
“Mommy’s big,” Ethan says.
I laugh. “It was because of you, Ethan.”
“What’s Daddy doing?” Ethan asks, pointing at one of the photos.
I smile when I see my favorite photo in the album. I’m standing inside the chapel, and Tony is on one knee in front of me, hugging and kissing my pregnant belly. It always brings tears to my eyes whenever I see the picture.
“Daddy is talking to Ethan,” I say while tousling his hair.
“Where is Ethan?” he stares at the photo intensely.
“There,” I point at my belly in the picture. “Ethan is inside mommy’s big tummy.”
Ethan’s eyes turn to saucers as he looks up. “Really?”
“Yes, silly child.”
“Why? Why am I inside mommy?”
