Epilogue.
Three years later.
"Mommy!"
A tiny blur of curls and chaos comes barreling down the hallway. I barely have enough time to brace myself before she crashes into my legs.
"Oof."
Tiny hands immediately wrap around me and I smile.
"There you are."
My daughter grins up at me. The exact same mischievous grin her father wears whenever he's about to become a problem.
Which is often, far too often.
"Look!"
She proudly holds up a drawing or at least I think it's a drawing. It looks more like an attack against paper but she's proud of it, so naturally it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Oh my goodness."
I kneel as carefully as my six-month-pregnant body allows. Which isn't very gracefully, not even a little.
"Did you make this for me?"
She nods enthusiastically.
"Happy Mother's Day!"
My heart immediately melts completely.
I pull her into a hug.
"Thank you, my pretty baby."
