Chapter 12: Epilogue

"Sully!" She jolted awake at seven in the morning, when the sunlight was just starting to filter in through a few slats in the closed blinds. He was right there told pull her into his arms.

"That dream again?" She nodded, sighing heavily and burying her head on his chest.

"I don't know if it'll ever go away," she said quietly, but it doesn't scare me anymore. "I know things happen for a reason, and I know our family's meant to be together. Nobody's ever taking us away from each other. Never." Sully rubbed her back tenderly, kissing the top of her head.

"You're right," he whispered. "You are." He continued to hold her, and he closed his eyes, thinking back over the past several months. Emily had disappeared, and they hadn't seen her since that day in the emergency room. More than likely, she'd gone back home to her mother.

Laura had healed well, and she was thriving. All three of the girls were excited about the impending birth of their future sibling. The baby had been shy at the ultrasound, so it was going to remain a mystery until delivery, which they were ok with.

The last guest room in the house had been turned into a nursery for the baby, though it was still a bit bare. But still, it was coming together, and in couple of months, the house would be a whole lot noisier.

"I don't feel like getting out of bed today," Michaela whispered.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. My back's killing me. My feet are swollen, I think. I haven't seen them for two months." She giggled, raising a leg in the air, wiggling her toes. "What do you think?"

"I think your feet are beautiful." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. I believe you," she laughed.

"Good. Cause it's true."

"I know," she whispered, as his lips moved over hers. She giggled, as his hand grazed against her belly. "Stop! That tickles!"

"Stop what?" He continued to move his hand, and she pushed him away, laughing.

"No! Oh no, you're not doing that! I'm a pregnant nice!" She laughed, struggling to get out of bed and hurry to the bathroom. Sully stretched out along the bed, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for his wife to return.

In the bathroom, Michaela heard the phone ring once, so she assumed Sully had answered. But when she returned to the bedroom, the phone was on the hook.

"Who was that?"

"Your dad. He just wanted to let us know that the plane landed safely, and they're catching a cab here."

"Did you insist on picking them up?"

"'Course, but you know them. They don't wanna be a bother." Michaela smiled knowingly. "Oh, and he did want to know how little Josef is doing." Laughing, Michaela rolled her eyes.

"I hope he doesn't think we're naming the baby Josef if it turns out to be a girl!"

"Well, he might settle for the middle name."

"Oh no! No daughter of mine is going to have Josef as a middle name. No!" She tossed a pillow at him. "You should have told him that if he isn't careful, we'll name him after somebody else entirely!"

"Oh, I didn't wanna crush him, Michaela." Michaela grinned, getting into bed with her husband again. "Good, it's still early. They won't be here for a couple of hours at least, so…why don't we just make the most of our time this morning?"

"Mmm, that sounds lovely," Michaela whispered. "But I can't stay in bed."

"What? Why not?"

"I'd like to have a shower," she laughed, kissing him and then getting out of bed, slowly making her way across the room to the bathroom. Sully stared after her in disbelief. He sighed and leaned back in the bed.

In the bathroom, she slipped into the shower, wondering if he'd gotten the hint. It sure was taking him long enough! So, while she waited, she washed her body, relishing the feel of the warm water rushing over her. She closed her eyes, stepping under the faucet, letting the water splash down onto her face.

When she reached for the shampoo bottle, Sully's hand moved over hers, bringing it down.

"Hey, that's my job," he whispered into her ear, causing a smile to cross her face, and a chill to run up her spine.

"Oh, you're right. I'm sorry," she giggled, turning as he enveloped her in his arms. "Sully, what if someone calls?"

"I took the phone off the hook…"

"What if Mom and Dad…"

"This ain't gonna take two hours," he laughed, "unless ya want it to."

"Tempting," she laughed, kissing him lovingly. Her arms wrapped around him, and he pulled her in, his lips pressing against her collarbone. She closed her eyes, craning her neck and closing her eyes, as his hands moved down her back, caressing her body as the showerhead poured water down over both of them.

Her hands moved down his muscular arms, before they rested on his waist, feeling his hot skin tingling under her touch. She moaned, as he ran his hands along her swollen belly, soothing the stretched skin that seemed to glow under his touch. He felt their child kick him, and they both smiled, reveling in the feel of that life force.

"Strong," he whispered. Michaela nodded, running her hand along his cheek, smiling as she looked into his eyes. He turned his head, kissing the palm of her hand and her fingertips, as he drew her in even closer.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"Mmm…yes," she murmured, a twinkle in her eye as they held one another, thinking of this moment alone. "But it's always nice to be reminded."


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