Love Hurts

Epilogue

Enjoy that video one last time.

Camilla,
Three years later
"Mommy, mommy, our beautiful little girl is yelling from her crib. She's almost a year old and too big for the crib, so we're trying to assemble her new bed. But she's refusing to take a nap, so daddy has to put the bed together. I struggle to get up from the floor. Hoss is laughing at me because I'm much bigger with this pregnancy compared to when I was five months along with Kim. I playfully slap his arm and tell him not to laugh at me, reminding him that it's his fault I'm in this predicament. Hoss mocks me, saying it's all his fault because he had sex with me all by himself and I had no hand in it. I stick my tongue out at him and waddle my way into our little girl's room. We painted it pink so that she can decorate it however she wants when she gets older. When I enter the room, Kim is standing up in her bed, holding her hands up for me to pick her up. I ask her what's wrong, my beautiful baby girl. She looks just like her daddy, with his light blue eyes, blonde hair, and that mischievous grin, but she has her momma's fighting spirit. I see so much of my friend Kim in her. I laugh as I lift her out of her crib because she immediately runs to her daddy in the other room, asking him to pick her up. Daddy can't pick you up right now, pumpkin, he's trying to put your big girl bed together. Kim puts her hands on her hips and looks her daddy right in the eyes, insisting that he pick her up. Hoss gives in and says, 'Yes, ma'am.' She already has him wrapped around her little fingers, just like her momma, Hoss says."

    @Crystal Steadman 2023