Epilogue

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Zoë

I pace around our small apartment thinking of everything that's happened and that might happen. I'm so nervous.

I rehearse ways to tell him.

In reality I have no clue how I'll do it. I look down at the one ring I wear on my hand. Since he's given it to me I've taken it off approximately two times.

That's when I feel someone touch my elbow. I turn around and see him. I grab my hearing aids out of my pockets. I put them in my ears and suddenly I can hear again. I haven't put them in, in three years.

I sigh and I lift up my shirt slowly to where it's revealing the small bump on my stomach.

The tiny human being.

He looks at me puzzled, "What are you implying that you're getting fat?"

I sighed and pulled out the pregnancy tests I took. All with some kind of pink sign signifying that I'm pregnant.

After a few seconds he puts the pieces together.

"You...you're pregnant?"

I slowly nod a smile making its way to my face.

"You're pregnant?" He says smiling.

"I'm pregnant!" I say smiling and nodding.

"You're pregnant!!!" He says and he lifts me up kissing me over and over again.

He slowly sets me down and he gets on the same level as my stomach and he gently kissed the growing bump.

"I'm going to be the best father I can be to you and I'm going to love you more than anything."

"Even me?" I pouted.

"I could never love anyone or anything as much as I love you." He said and he sent a grin my way.

The End.

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