Page 12 of Dear Mountain Man
Epilogue
EMERY
It's been almost a year since our move up to Barrow. The adjustment to the more challenging life up here has had its ups and downs, but I know we can handle anything as long as I have Jack with me.
"Mail call!" Suzie, one of the pilots, calls out when she walks in the door to the airport.
I look up from my paperwork and see her waving a single envelope.
“That can’t be all of it,” I laugh.
She shakes her head and grins at me. "Nah, the rest of it is still in the back needing to be unloaded. But I was explicitly told to hand this letter to you directly. The woman was adamant that she didn't have to mail it.
I take the envelope and read the familiar cursive script on the front. It reads:Mr. and Mrs. Jack and Emery Fowler. I open it up and find a wedding invitation inside. It’s for Patrick and Jera.
I run to the loading bay to show Jack.
"Well, it took him long enough to convince her to marry him," Jack chuckles as he looks over the invitation.
"It's next month. Please tell me we can take time off and spend some time in Frontier. I'm dying to see Aurora and my new goddaughter."
Jack pulls me into his arms. “I think we can move around the schedule to make the time.”
“I’m so excited.”
"Me too." He leans down and kisses me. "I'm hoping that spending some time with Aurora and the baby will rub off on you, and we can start talking about having one of our own."
“Hang on,” I hold up my hands and laugh. “I don’t think one visit will do all that.”
“Hey, you’re the one who was talking about telling our grandchildren how we met. We can’t have grandkids without kids of our own.”
I shrug, not entirely opposed to the idea now that I know what to expect our lives will be like up here. "Well, there's not a lot to do in the winter, but I think that we can find some ways to keep warm and grow our family."
Jack throws up his hands in triumph. His dimple appears with the big grin on his face. “I’m going to be a dad.”
“Not yet. You can’t scream that out like that.”
He lowers his voice to a whisper. “I’m going to be a dad!”
“That’s better.” I laugh. “I love you.”
He kisses me again. “I love you too.”
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