Not a Reunion

Epilogue

Mason
Six Years Later

"Be nice to your sister," I call out to my son as I walk away from the scene and toward my bedroom. I find the bedroom fairly quickly and stop at the door for a second. There, staring out the window, was my wife. Her body was facing away from me, but I could only stare at her from here. She was wearing a long black dress. She claims that none of her clothes fit her due to being a few months pregnant again.

I liked seeing her pregnant. I loved to see how much motherhood made her glow. She was already a stunning woman, but seeing her be the mother of my children was something nothing could compare to. It was a shock that she was still keeping me around.

She turns, her red hair falling in waves past her shoulder, and smiles at me immediately. My heart catches in my chest from the fact that she could pinpoint me without even having to turn around. I melt instantly when she smiles at me. Her smile was something I worked toward. The happiness of my wife was one of the things I wanted at all times and seeing that she was able to smile so easily was something to be proud of.

"Hi," she says to me, her hand immediately going to her stomach. Having kids wasn't a question for our relationship; we wanted them really badly. Ever since I could remember, I have wanted to be a father. I had wanted my own family, one that I would be in charge of protecting. It was that duty that made me look forward to being a parent.

Oh, and the fact that fatherhood came with kids that loved so easily, so immensely. The first kid we had was Noah, and he was conceived the night of our marriage. That wasn't planned, but I guess it was in the works considering how fast we had gotten married. Thea and I didn't question whether we wanted to be together. We simply did. I didn't want to wait around for so long to officially make her mine, so I proposed.

Thea had wanted to get married the month we got engaged. She said that she was sure that we were meant to be together and that the concept of being married was exactly what she wanted. I hadn't argued with her because I was all in. As soon as I knew that there could be another chance for us, I knew that I would be taking it.

Marrying Thea was one of the most amazing things I've done in my life. I knew that having her already was one thing, but knowing that she would be mine, giving me the honor of spending all her life with me, was another thing. The fact that we were both married made our relationship better. I hear people talk about how marriage tends to break apart people's relationships, but not ours.

Being able to fall asleep next to her every night and wake up with the notion that she was my wife was the best thing ever. I loved to wake up and see her lying next to me. It didn't matter what we were going through; the first time I looked at her in the morning, I was reminded of our love but also of the fact that we were in it together. And we were. We worked together on everything that we were doing. Moving through life together was one of the nicest things around here.

I walk toward her with my hands already reaching to grab her. I place a hand on her shoulder and another on her face as I bring our lips together. Silent moments to have intimacy with my wife weren't a problem for me. No matter how busy our lives got, I never let our relationship suffer. I loved to be with Thea all the time. I loved to hold her close in my arms and tell her I loved her in bed.

It wasn't easy to get moments with her, but I made it through. That was another thing that we both worked for. We strived to have moments alone.

So, when my son, who had just turned five, was downstairs watching TV with his sister, who was in her crib, I came up to her. Granted, I had the baby monitor just in case anything went wrong, but we were here. We needed moments to ourselves, and after not seeing my wife for the whole day, I needed to be here.