Ungullible

Epilogue

Two Years Later

The sun shone through the curtains, hitting my eyes in the process. It felt different today; like the atmosphere was happy, bright, new.

I opened my eyes, adjusting to the light, and turned to the side of my bed, passing my hand over the empty space beside me.

I sat up and grabbed the robe hanging at the end of the bed, tying it loosely around myself. I walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my necklace with a Big N and J initials written on it shining as ever on my neck.

I had gained a little weight, and my face looked tired and bloated. I brushed my teeth and washed my face with cold water. I wanted to take a bath, but I felt lazy, so I left the bathroom and made my way downstairs.

An aromatic smell lingered in the air, passing straight through my nose. I followed the scent, almost enchanted by it.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Jason with his back turned to me, standing by the stove cooking something.

He probably hadn't noticed my presence yet, so I moved slowly, trying to sneak up behind him. I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He didn't flinch, as if he already knew I was there.

He chuckled softly, flipping whatever was in the pan with ease.

"You know, for someone who thinks she's sneaky, you're terrible at it," he said calmly.

I rested my cheek against his back, inhaling deeply. He smelled like home; coffee, soap, and that familiar scent that was him. My arms tightened around his waist.

"You didn't even jump," I murmured. "That's not fair."

He lowered the fire from the stove and placed the spatula down before gently prying my arms loose just enough to turn around. His hands settled on my waist naturally, like they had always belonged there.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," he said as he hugged me properly.

He pulled me close and kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my lips.

"Good morning," I said, smiling.my voice still thick with sleep.

"Trying to scare me?" he asked as he gently moved a strand of hair from my face.

"Yeah, but you never do get scared," I said with a pout.

"That's because you aren't scary, you're cute," he replied, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

He studied my face for a moment, his brows knitting slightly; not in concern, but in that quiet way he always looked at me, like he was checking in without words.

"You okay?" he asked.

I nodded, even though I wasn't entirely sure why I felt so heavy today. "Just tired, I guess."

"Sit," he said, guiding me toward the kitchen stool. "I've got breakfast."

"So, what are you cooking?" I asked, glancing over at the frying pan sizzling on the stove.

"I was preparing breakfast, something not too extraordinary and not too simple," he said. "Just eggs, pancakes, toast, bacon, and a banana milkshake. There are fruits too, if you want," he added.

"Wow, that's a lot," I said.

"Of course," he replied. "I don't want my favourite girls starving."
He rubbed my protruding belly through the robe and leaned down to kiss it gently.

"Good morning to you foxy" He said to my belly then he gave me a kiss on the head again.

"How positive are that it's a girl" I asked I folded my arms