Drunken Love

Epilogue

Epilogue

One year later

I wake up early in the morning as per my usual routine and smile when I feel one of Matt's hands on my growing stomach. I bite my lip and slowly move his hand as I grab my glasses from my nightstand getting up from the bed. I reach for my robe at the end of the bed and scratch Bear's ears when he looks up from his spot that he claimed when we bought the bench that sits at the foot of the bed. I look around the room remembering back at how it was the first time I slept in that bed and how long it took me to convince Matt to change things. He eventually agreed to my color choices of gray for three of the walls and a navy color on the wall where our bed is.

I smile as I go down the stairs seeing pictures along the wall that depict our first year together and each shows so many happy memories. The happiest one is of our September wedding and the weeks that followed of traveling around Europe. Matt kept the whole honeymoon a secret from me and even blindfolded me when we got to our first destination taking it off to reveal that we are in Paris. We spent the first week there exploring wherever we wanted and then travelled to Rome, Athens, and for the last few days stayed in the Williams' London vacation home. It was the best time of my life and I'll never be able to forgot the countless late nights we spent talking about our future together.

By the time Christmas season rolled around, I had taken over Mrs. Williams'—or Mere as she makes me call her now—studio and started teaching classes as soon as my therapist gave me the okay with my shoulder. The week before Christmas, I decided to go to the doctor because I hadn't been feeling like myself for the past two weeks and the reason happened to be the little munchkin growing inside me now. I was quite shocked by the news and figured out a creative way to tell Matt by giving him a Christmas present of a Yankees baby onesie that I had bought earlier in the week. The moment he figured out what I was trying to tell him he asked if I was serious, making me laugh and nod only to have him kiss me lovingly. We decided to tell the family on New Year's Eve while we were at their city home and they were all overjoyed asking various questions.

How far along are you? When did you find out? Did you plan to get pregnant? What did Matt say? I remember the women asking me and I smile as I go into the kitchen to start breakfast. I push my now shoulder length hair back and remember the excitement as I answered all their questions and in the weeks that followed when we had my first ultrasound. It has been a wild ride for the past few months but some of the most exciting as well. I have never been happier knowing that this is only the start of what is to come.

"Morning, sweetheart." Matt suddenly says in my ear and I smile feeling his hands on either side of my baby bump that has grown more in the last few weeks.

"Good morning, handsome." I say and turn my head to kiss his cheek leaning back into him while I stir the eggs that I poured into a pan a few moments ago.

"Are you ready for today?" He asks and kisses my shoulder hugging me close to him.

"More than ready." I answer answer and bite my lip in anticipation for today's party where we will finally find out what gender our baby is.

"A few more hours, baby." He says and kisses the side of my head as he steps away from me to grab two plates from the cupboard before starting the coffee. "You want some half and half?"

"I'll just drink a smoothie." I answer and grab the toast from the toaster when it pops up to place a piece on each of our plates scooping up the eggs next. I hand Matt a plate as he grabs the jam from the fridge taking both things to the island and I get out the ingredients I want to make my smoothie. Afterwards I sit down by my husband and eat with him smiling when he reaches to rub my growing stomach.