Everything I Had

Epilogue

So this is it. This is the last chapter. I want to thank everyone who has enjoyed reading Everything I Had and for tuning into the final installment. I don't believe there will be a sequel or anything, but I'll inform you if I change my mind. I have started working on Youth Group Popularity and hope you read that too :)

I love you guys :)

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Epilogue

I sat on the couch as I waited for Adam to get home from work. I scanned through some magazines and circled some items me and Adam might need. I sighed as I got up and went into the kitchen. We were having leftovers tonight and it was some weird ravioli thing... I'm not the best cook. But I'll learn, hopefully.

"Ann? I'm home!" I heard Adam say from the other room.

"I'm in the kitchen!" I yelled back.

He walked in the kitchen with his hand behind his back. Curious, I faced him and nodded towards the hand hidden behind his back.

"What?" He asked.

"What are you hiding?" I asked and tried to look but he just kept backing away to hide it.

"I'll show you if you tell me what name you've decided," He raised his eyebrows and waited for my reply. I sighed dramatically in defeat.

"Daniel Matthew if it's a boy or Laura Jane if it's a girl," I told him and put a hand on my stomach.

Yep. That's right. I'm three months along.

He pulled his hand from behind his back and held a bouquet of roses out to me.

"Happy Anniversary," He said with a smile. I accepted them and played with the petals.

"Has it been one whole year already?"

He nodded, "And already a child on the way. I hope I have enough saved up for that."

"You work to much," I told him honestly.

"I know. But I don't feel like I work hard enough."

Adam works as a preacher. He finished Seminary last year and now speaks at local events. He also has written a book for teenagers about love and what it means, which he threw our life story in there. Oh, and he's also the new youth minister at the church. Todd is now the teacher of the college class.

Me and Adam married young at only twenty years old on November 18th. Only two years after he proposed. We thought we'd wait longer, but we just didn't. Thankfully, my mother approved. What a relief. She fainted when we got engaged that year on my birthday.

"You're twenty-one. You shouldn't have gray hair," I smiled.

"I do not have gray hair," He denied.

I reached for a small hair near his left side burn and plucked it out. He winced at the sudden pluck and I showed him the strand.

"See?"

"You never fail to annoy me," He grumbled and swatted the strand away from my hand. "But Isaac Newton had gray hair at eighteen so twenty-one isn't so bad."

"9 years to thirty," I added.

"Don't remind me," He muttered.

"How do you notice these things?"

"Because you don't have the time of day to look in the mirror anymore," I pointed out.

"Hey, at least I don't spend hours in front of the mirror, raccoon eyes," He joked.