epilogue

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As I come home I think of how far Zay and I have gotten in the past five years. Anna is eleven and our little boy is two.

Zay’s eight months pregnant with our little girl and we couldn't be happier. With her working as a hospital nurse and I as a lawyer we can support Anna and the kids.

I pull on the driveway, get out, lock the doors and head inside. As I walk in I see Anna sitting on the couch doing homework.

“She's in her studio with.” Anna tells me and I thank her before going down there to see my other family.

When I get down there I see Zay sketching again. She's been doing that a lot lately maybe it's because we don't know how fussy Rosamund's gonna be.

I see our little boy ,Lucian, finger painting beside her and gypsy laying beside him.

The best decision I made for her while we were dating was that dog. It's helped her so much to where she barely has panic attacks now.

I walk over to her, “how is our little girl?” I ask her.

She turns to me and replies, “ I've been have Braxton Hicks all day and she wants to kick as well.”

“Well let's head up and start on dinner.” I suggest to her. She nods and leans over to clean Lucian’s hands and I picked him up.

We head back up and I take Lucian to Anna when I hear Zay yell out in pain.

“Valentino!”

I rush over to the top of the stairs to see her hunched over hugging her stomach. “What's wrong? Are you okay?” I ask immediately.

“ I don't think that these were Braxton Hicks. I think I've been in labour all day and a big contraction just hit.” She explains painfully.

I nod and head upstairs to get the baby bag and then yell at Anna to call the twins to get over here.

The twins, Christa and Stormy get here in less than five minutes considering they are our neighbors now.

I rush Zay to the hospital and they tell us that Rosamond is not in the right position which is causing more pain for Zay and that they have to do an emergency C-section.

We agree to it and are whisked back there with her on the table and I beside her in scrubs.

They get Rosamond out in no time and let us see her but as soon as they show us her Zay says, “ I love you very much Val.” Before her eyes closed.

The doctor starts yelling out demands and all I get out of it was I had to leave and that Zay was bleeding out.

I enter the hallway near our room and sit on the floor freaking out. Next I know the twins are sitting beside me and the girls with the kids are in front of me.

“What's wrong man?” Maxwell asks at the same time Maddox asks, “why are you in scrubs?”

I sigh heavily, “ they took her back for a C-section. Rosamund's fine but Zay started bleeding out and the pushed me out and I have no idea what is going on or how she is doing and it's making me freak out.” I tell them and Lucian climbs on my lap and says, “ don't cry daddy. Mommy and sissy will be okay.”

I smile at him and nod saying, “they are strong aren't they bud?” He nods and I run his head.

****Four hours later*****

They brought Zay back about an hour ago saying she's been out for the past three and that they are expecting her to wake up soon.

As we wait for her to wake up I saw everyone our little girl and as I was doing so I hear a very tired and weak, “Val?”

I turn around with our girl in my arms to see Zayla awake on the bed.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her.

“Like crap.” She responds and we all laugh. She points at Rosamund and I hand her to Zay.

“She's so beautiful. Just like her handsome father.” She says.

“But she has your eyes.” I point out. Everyone laughs as we fake banter.

The doctor comes in saying we have to stay for three days to allow for Zay to heal.

As I watched my family biological and non laugh and play around I realized that life couldn't get any better and that our lives are beyond perfect and that's how I loved it.

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And that  people is the ending to a great short story. Makes me sad it is done  but at least you all have DECEPTION to look forward to. The first few chapters are up to that so please go look at it.

Bookshark16 out.

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