when we collided [e.s.]

Epilogue

three years later.

"Ed?"

Ed's head lifted from the pillow and his arms tightened around me. It was still dark out.

"Audrey? Did you say something?" Ed asked in a whisper, his voice raspy with sleep.

"Do you think we're going to be okay? Do you think our baby... will be okay?" I asked him, worry in my voice as all the possabilities zoomed in and out of my brain.

Ed rustled around and then turned me over to meet my eyes instead of our previous spoon. (Ed liked being the big spoon).

"Audrey, I think our baby is going to be perfect. Everything is going to be okay, I promise," Ed assured me, stroking my arm with a warm hand.

I was only 2 months pregnant and I was already starting to show. It wasn't big yet, but it was there. My baby was there. Ours.

"You and I both know that this baby wasn't exactly planned-"

"It doesn't matter. We'll love it all the same, right?" Ed interupted, glancing down at my stomach with a look of love in his eyes. Ed sighed and kissed my forehead. "Go to sleep," he whispered, tucking me into him again and pulling the covers over us.

He was right. This baby was ours. It didn't matter whether or not it was planned, we were pretty serious, and I knew I loved Ed.

"But what about your music-"

"My music isn't as important as my family," Ed cooed, clasping hands with me. "And besides, I just finished a tour. It will be a while before my next one anyway."

"But-"

"Audrey. Go-" kiss. "To-" kiss. "Sleep." Kiss.

So I did.

But I bet you were wondering what happened with Ian. After a few weeks, I stopped getting threats and he seemed to just dissapear. About three months after that, Ed showed me his obituary in the paper. Apparently he died from consumption, which wasn't surprising. Still, there was sorrow in my heart, though little.

Cassie moved in with Andrew a few days after Ed and I had decided our love for each other. Ed moved in with me, but soon after we both quit the coffee shop and went to work at a record store because it was more entertaining and fun.

Ed's music carreer took off the year after and he started getting platinum albums, awards, and going on tour. He came back and the night of we had sex for the third time. That's how our baby began.

Now, I'm sitting in my bedroom, writing in my diary and waiting with my daughter Violet for Ed to come home.

That's the front door. Ed is home.