Bridge over troubled waters

Epilogue

Bailey

People think it's crazy to spend your whole life with one person. That there's so many people out here it's a waste to look at someone and say that they're the one. How would we know if he's the one if he's the only one we've been with, you know? And in a way they had a point, there's so many possible soul mates out there in this world. But when you find the one it's hard to deny him the love that is meant to be shared. You just look at them and you know that they're the one and no one else will do.

I've known my husband for 20 years now. And while I might have dated some other guys in the time being, he was always the one I wanted. Even when I was a little girl going to dances Corey was the only person that I wanted to be around. Every bad night it was his voice in my head telling me it's okay. Every good night was only good because he was there. Almost all those other relationships I had ended because they didn't think I could date them and be around Corey. Hell, Mark was even at our wedding and he caught the flowers. And in retrospect they were all right. That would have never worked out because if my brain didn't know that Corey was who I'm supposed to be with, my heart always did.

So here we are, on our honeymoon ready to relax for the first time since I moved out to Chicago. I had a martini in one hand and smile on my face as I looked out our hotel room and see the Eiffel tower. This place was so beautiful, I wanted to come here so bad from a artists perspective and a couples perspective. As soon as we started planning the honeymoon I said this was the place I wanted to go and of course Corey followed along. He couldn't care less where we went, but even he couldn't deny this place was beautiful.

"Do you know how hard it is to not take pictures of this right now" I ask Corey as he laughs. He leans up against the railing of our hotel room as we look out over the city.

"Or paint it or draw it" he teases as I shake my head.

"Alright I get it" I laugh.

"I don't know. I kinda do want a painting of us in this city to put up at the house. You can even paint the doggie in there and we will be one big happy family" he claims.

"The dog is what makes us a family" I ask him.

"No. But I wasn't sure if you wanted kids. I know we're not getting any younger but I mean, we can't just up and make a kid, can we" he questions and I smile.

"You really want a kid huh" I ask.

"I always have" he smiles. "And now that the wedding is over and I'm signed in Chicago for a while and you're signed with me forever I don't see why not."

"You think our marriage is a contract" I giggle.

"If you think about it..." he teases.

"Well how many kids are in this contract" I wonder.

"2.5" he claims.

"Alright, you're just awful today. How much have you been drinking" I wonder.

"Not a lot" he claims. "Just want to see you smile."

I pull him into a quick kiss before he pulls me into his chest. I smile to myself as I cuddle into his side. I see the tower reflect in his eyes and for a moment everything is perfect. 

"So, children..." I trail off trying to get us back onto the right track.

"I want at least two, one of each. A girl that I can make my princess and look just like you. Someone who is strong and brave and loves to make people smile. And a boy that will carry this families name proudly. Who will be the best at whatever it is he wants to be" he explains.

"I think that is a much better answer" I tease.

"I think so too" he agrees.

"Kids are a big responsibility, you know" I remind him.

"I know. But we are going to figure it out. We always do" he assures me.