Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
At this very moment, I know that I am exactly where I am meant to be, in this perfect honeymoon suite with the perfect man who completes me in ways I never thought possible. My husband. I’m Mrs. Lincoln Hughes now, and I can’t wait to show him what kind of wife I’ll be for him.
EPILOGUE
LINCOLN
FOUR MONTHS LATER
“This view is beautiful,” my wife says, looking over the balcony.
“I agree, it is.” She turns towards me, blushing because she knows I am talking about her. We have a room at the Chelsea house, a quaint bed and breakfast near the Champs-Elysees, and our balcony has a clear view of the Eiffel Tower.
We have been in Paris for the last week on our honeymoon, which we had to postpone for a few months. November had a rough first trimester. Once she was better and got her energy back, we took my private plane, and here we are.
“So what are we going to do today?” she asks, walking back into the room. Gripping her waist, I pull her in between my legs and kiss her belly.
“I have a few ideas,” I answer, running my hands up her thighs under her robe toward her naked pussy. Instead of giving her the words, I strip her of her clothes and give her the loving she has come to crave for the next hour or so.
“Are you happy, baby?” I ask her this often, and the issues we faced during our engagement are not far from my mind. For a little while during that time, I wasn’t sure we would make it, and that gutted me. Now, I always check in, taking nothing for granted, including her silence. I want to know immediately if something is bothering her or if there is something I can do.
Lifting her head from my chest, she looks at me like I am crazy before grabbing my hand and placing it on top of hers, which is on her belly. “Of course I am, Lincoln. I am the happiest I have ever been, and I know it will only get better when our baby comes. I love you so much.” When she confirms her happiness, the tightness that fills my chest whenever I ask her that question loosens, knowing I am doing my job, “You have given me everything.” Being thankful for November doesn’t even begin to cover it.
“No, my love. It is you who have given me more than I ever thought possible. My only job in this world is to make all of your dreams come true, to love you and our children and to make sure you are all happy, healthy, and protected. That is a role I cherish.”
Forever.
EPILOGUE
NOVEMBER
After our baby girl, Lana, was born, my life changed drastically. I knew it would be tough, but I never could have prepared for the utter exhaustion and sleep deprivation that followed. It feels like we haven’t slept in years, even though it’s only been a few weeks since she arrived.
Every night has been a blur of feedings, diaper changes, and crying. I'm not sure if it's my cries or Lana’s; they are kind of melding together at this point. My husband and I are like zombies, shuffling through our dark, quiet house, trying to keep the baby calm and quiet so we can all get a few precious moments of rest.
But despite the exhaustion, I can’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder every time I hold my daughter in my arms. She is a tiny, perfect being, and I can’t believe that we created her. Even amid the chaos and the constant need for attention, I can’t imagine my life without her.
As I rock her back to sleep for what feels like the millionth time tonight, I know that this was just the beginning. The road ahead will be filled with challenges and sacrifices, but it is all worth it for this amazing little bundle of joy in my arms.
SIX YEARS LATER
It’s been six years since Lana was born, and my life is completely different now. I never could have imagined how much love and joy my children would bring me.
Lana has grown into a curious and clever little girl, always eager to explore the world around her. Two years ago, we welcomed another bundle of joy into our family—our son, Wyatt.
Having two young children is definitely a handful, but Lincoln and I have learned to adapt and work together as a team. Our days are filled with playtime, tantrums, and sticky fingers, but every night, when they are both fast asleep in their beds, we look at each other with exhaustion and love.
But tonight is different. He has an extra spark in his eye tonight as he leads me upstairs to our bedroom. The kids have been tucked in bed for hours, and we finally have some alone time.