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Epilogue

• 5 Months Later •

You'd just hit the 9 month mark and well baby pogue (or baby kook as all Rafe's friends call it) could be here any day now. It was all up to her to make her famous debut. The last 5 months were smooth sailing. The apartment over the garage was fixed up for you, Rafe and the baby. The nursery was painted, furniture together, and décor hung on the walls, thanks to Sarah and Kie.

You waddled your way through the apartment; Rafe was in the living room watching tv and that's when you saw it. You bursted into tears like it was the worst thing in the world. Rafe was quick on his feet, "What?! What's wrong?" He hurried to you, jumping over a pile of dirty clothes to be put in the laundry, "Are you okay?"

You shook your head, putting your forehead against his chest, your belly creating a large space between the two of you.

"Baby... what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He wraps his arms around you.

"t-the shoes." You sniffled, pulling away from him and pointing to the shoes that were by the door. It was his shoes he'd taken off when he arrived home earlier. Instead of going in the closet like usual they were sitting neatly by the door and for some reason it was the end of the world for you.

Rafe let out a soft chuckle, "I'm sorry baby. I'll put them up." He slowly pulls from you and grabs the shoes from the floor and putting them on the rack in the closet, "Better?"

You sniffled, nodding and wiping your eyes, "They just weren't where they were supposed to be."

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"Please be careful..." Kie winced as Pope and John B helped you over into the boat. You may have been 9 months pregnant and the size of a whale but that didn't stop you from a nice relaxing day on the boat.

"I'm fine, Kie." You huff, sitting down on your usual seat. "Thank you, boys."

"Are you sure you should be out on the boat?" Pope asks, grabbing your bag from the dock and setting it in the boat.

"You look like you're about to pop." JJ adds, sitting down.

You and Kie give him a look and he holds his hands up in defense, "I'm just saying."

"My doctor said it was fine as long as it was smooth rides." You look at John B, who nods, "I won't go out of the marsh. It'll be smooth."

"What if you go into labor?" JJ looks uneasy as he looks at your belly and then back up at you, "I'm not a doctor. None of us are."

You roll your eyes, "JJ, I'll be fine. We're not going far out. Soon, I won't be able to do this. I just needed to get out of the house." You knew you probably should have come out considering you had pains in your stomach all morning, but they weren't anything major. You figured they were Braxton hicks or false labor. You'd already had a scare and Rafe had rushed you to the hospital only to be told it was Braxton hicks. You didn't want that to happen again.

You ran a hand over your stomach, "Will you guys please stop looking at me like I'm a little china doll that could break?"

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You took a deep breath as another pain rolled through your lower stomach, clenching your eyes shut. This one was more intense than the others.

"You okay?" John B puts a hand on your shoulder.

You nod, "Yeah fine. Just some Braxton hicks."

"Maybe we should head back." John B offers.

You stand, "John B I'm fine, okay? I just need to walk a little." You craned your neck from side to side as you took a couple steps. And that's when you felt it. "Oh no." You look up at the pogues, eyes wide. Your water just broke.