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“What will we do with all this free time?” she asks with a twinkle in her eye.

“Well, the first time we are going to do it, I’m going to eat some dessert.” I walk her into the house and up the stairs immediately. “Then you’re going to have some dessert.”

“I think I’m full.” She rolls her lips at me, and I pull her to me to kiss her. I take her in the bedroom, and she does actually eat dessert. Twice.

EPILOGUE TWO

TRISTAN

A few months later

“This has been the longest road trip of my life,” I grumble, unbuckling my seat belt when the plane finally touches down. We have been away from home for the last seven days, which usually isn’t that bad, but Abigail is officially a week late and I was scared she would give birth when I wasn’t there. Nico had the plane on standby, just in case, but I also knew she wouldn’t want to bother me so she would pretend she was always okay.

“Just feel lucky her water didn’t break and you had to go to her,” Dylan says, getting out of his seat. “It would have been the longest plane ride of your life.”

“Wow, you should go into motivational speaking,” Michael deadpans. “And right before you start, you should kick them all in the balls.”

I laugh at the both of them as they bicker like always. “Okay, see you guys later.” I grab my bag and literally run off the plane.

It takes me record time to get home and the minute I walk into the house, I know something is up. “Hello,” I say when I see Gabriella waiting at the bottom of the stairs. “What’s wrong?”

“Why would something be wrong?” she replies, trying not to make me freak out.

“Well, then what’s wrong with your face?” I ask her and she glares at me.

“What’s wrong with your face?” she counters.

“Where is she?” I put my hands on my hips. “Abigail!” I shout her name and she walks out of our bedroom. Well, she actually waddles out of our bedroom wearing a long dress. Her face looks like she hasn’t slept all night and the worry sets in.

I move around Gabriella and take the steps, two at a time. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” she says in a low voice, “I’m just having some contractions.”

“Some?” Gabriella says from downstairs. “It’s been going on for thirty-six hours.”

“What?” I shriek and look at Abigail. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“There was nothing for you to do,” she tells me and I walk to her. “I can’t even go to the hospital because the contractions are seven minutes apart.”

“Where is Penelope?” I ask, looking around.

“My mother took her,” Gabriella informs me and I nod. The last thing Abigail would want was for her to worry about her being in pain.

“Did you call Dr. Emmy?” I ask her as I hold her face in my hands and kiss her. I thought I loved her before, but watching her grow with my child in her, it’s brought me to a whole other level. There are no words to describe it, even if you asked me to.

“I did, it’s my body preparing itself.” She tries to calm me down, but then she closes her eyes as she starts her breathing exercises from when we took the Lamaze classes.

I rub her back. “In and out,” I urge softly as she groans. “When was her last one?” I ask Gabriella who takes out her watch.

“Two minutes ago.”

I’m about to yell at her when I look down as I hear a gush come out of her and splash onto my shoes. “Oh my God,” she cries, “my water just broke.”

“Jesus, I thought you peed yourself,” Gabriella says and then picks up her phone. “Alert the press, her water just broke.” She puts the phone down. “Car is packed. All we need is for her to get into the car.”

“I’m not getting into the car like this,” Abigail gasps. “I’m leaking all over the place.”

“Who the hell cares?” I question, not even caring I’m wet.

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