Epilogue
The wailing broke me from a sound sleep. I groaned internally, burrowing deeper into the pillow. I had had enough shifts of this, it was his turn to take charge. When I didn't feel him stir, I gave him a good kick in the legs.
"Mm," he slurred.
"Your turn."
"She's yours too, Dakota."
"Doesn't matter." I yawned. "I've been doing the heavy lifting. Dad needs to do his part too. Now...get going."
He sighed tiredly mid-yawn. "Okay." He kissed the side of my head before shuffling out of bed.
Even though he was going to take care of her, I was awake at this point. I sat up in bed slowly, blinking away the goop in my eyes. I scratched the back of my neck. My legs slid to the floor, with me hunching over. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to have a baby. I was paying the price. As if I hadn't paid enough of one being pregnant for nine months.
I stretched, feeling my limbs turn to lead. I dragged myself out of our bedroom and down the hall into our little girl's room.
"All right, all right," he soothed her as he reached in to grab a hold of her. There was a stumble in her cries, but she still went on. "Come on, little girl. You need sleep just as much as Mommy and Daddy do."
I smiled crookedly as I watched him with her. My eyes took in her room with the pale moonlight. The angel mobile above her crib was unmoving, reminding me of a certain angel from my past.
I stepped quietly into the nursery as he bounced our daughter around in his arms. She still cried.
"How do you do this?" he said, half-turning to me.
I shrugged. "Mother's touch?"
"Well, can you try your 'motherly touch' on her to get her quiet?"
I sighed heavily. "Hand her over. All right, sweetie, come here." We made the careful transition from him to me. I sang low in her ear in a slow, smooth tone. I kept myself calm through her cries. He watched me with dark brown eyes as my magic took hold of her, lulling her to sleep.
"This is why you get the night shift and not me," he teased.
I gave him a tired, scalding look. "One of these days, you'll have the touch passed on. Then you'll have no choice but to tend to her every night."
"I hope that time never comes." He chuckled.
"I got this, Peter. You can go."
With a nod, he touched my shoulder, pecked my lips, and then disappeared back into our room.
Yes, I had built the life that I had wanted. Granted, finding a job hadn't happened yet. But being a stay-at-home mother would work for me for now, just until Nicole got old enough to be shipped off to school.
I'd moved well out of my aunt's house three years ago, right around the time my anniversary with Peter rolled around. It was a milestone, being that it had been our five-year anniversary around that time. Another year later, we were engaged, not long after that was the wedding. And six months ago, I was blessed with Nicole.
We still lived in Nebraska, but we were a town or two over. Close enough to visit on holidays but far enough to where we weren't suffocating each other.
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