Melting the Ice

Epilogue

"hozhoni [hoh-sho-ni]"

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(noun; Navajo, North America) This means "the beauty of life, as seen and created by a person." For the Navajo, this is something that grows from within a human being and spreads outward to penetrate the universe. It can be intellectual, emotional, moral, aesthetic and biological. Navajo life and culture are very much based on this concept of hozhoni and indeed the goal of life is unity of experience. Hozhoni expresses the idea of order, happiness, health, and well-being as well as balance and harmony, Hence, it is not only a way of looking at life, but a way to live.

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4 years later

"I'm so fucking hard right now."

"Zach!" I chide in disbelief. I've been going off about how many things I still have to do before I take a break from my job.

"Your tits look so good in that tank top. Fuck. Come closer, flower."

I roll my eyes. "You sound like a teenager," I mumble, but step closer to him nonetheless.

"You make me think like a teenager, my brain is not functioning right now. What were you thinking wearing a white tank top without a bra?" Zach says, staring at my breasts. "Scratch that, whatever you were thinking, think like that more often. This man here appreciates it."

I playfully wipe the corner of his mouth. "You're drooling," I joke.

Zach ignores me. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer so I stand in between his parted legs. He's sitting on the couch so he's in the perfect height for what he does next.

He pushes my tank top down and wraps his lips around my erect nipple. "What's gotten into you?" I ask him, although I tangle my hands in his hair, going through his locks and pushing his head closer to me.

Zach bites my nipple. "Rather worry about what's going inside of you real soon."

"Zachary!" I want to sound stern, but it actually comes out more as a moan. "You didn't even listen what I was telling you," I say, a little offended.

Zach bares both of my breasts to his eyes and leans his head back, admiring them before he puts both of his hands on them and squeezing them. "Holy shit, Analeigh, you're staying pregnant forever. Your tits are getting phenomenally big again."

I can't help but chuckle. Yes, our second child is on the way. Because Zach can't keep it in his pants. And he, apparently, also likes me pregnant. Because, he says, it makes my body look great and I'm horny all the time.

But Zach's been amazing with our daughter. Although I know he desires to have a son, someone to teach how to play ice hockey because he's convinced I'll be the one teaching our daughter how to figure skate.

I left the job at that shitty restaurant and I'm actually teaching little girls figure skating. I've had to do some classes and prove I'm qualified to do that, of course, but I managed it.

I also, finally, got the driving license so I don't have to depend on everyone else anymore.

Zach also made amends with his father. He's been constantly trying to be a part of our lived for the last two years and Zach's been consistently pushing him away, but I convinced him to at least listen to what he has to say.

His father has treated him and Zach's mother really shitty in the past and he hasn't been trying to come back in his life, but as he's getting older, he admitted to us that he doesn't want to die with his son being mad at him. It was enough he had to live with the guilt of Zach's mother taking her life because of his stupid actions.