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The morning is still young, and I am still hungry for my men.
Luckily, I’ve got a whole lifetime ahead with them to satisfy it.
Epilogue I
Halle
The past several months seem like a hazy dream.
It all went by so quickly and yet so beautifully, but today is something else entirely.
Comfortably swaddled in pale blue, my sweet baby boy sleeps peacefully in my arms. A tuft of light brown hair curls atop his head, his skin soft and pink. I notice the Danson nose already making its appearance, a cute little button above soft lips. Tiny fists clump together as he fidgets in his slumber. My womb was warm and all-encompassing and all he ever knew until an hour ago. I imagine he’s struggling a bit to get used to his new environment.
“You’re glowing,” Eric says, sitting beside my bed.
Marie pulled some strings and got me into one of the best OB-GYN clinics in Dallas. The place feels more like a luxury hotel than a maternity ward, but I love it. It’s clean and sleek, and the staff are amazing. My men were right there with me every minute during labor, eager to welcome our son into the world.
“You’re delusional,” I mumble, my eyes half-closed as I sink into the bed. “I feel like I just went twelve rounds in the ring.”
Eric smiles and brushes my hair back from my face. “You were amazing, Halle. You powered through the whole thing like a champ.”
We were watching the game at home just eight hours ago. The second half had just started and the Cowboys were struggling to score. I remember Wyatt cussing and begging the linebackers for some support, not that any of them could hear him. His passion for the game made me laugh. And then my water broke, everyone switching gears in that moment.
The little man took us by surprise, but to my relief, his fathers were ready.
Half an hour later, I was here, surrounded by nurses and the doctor, ready to start pushing.
This is such a sweet, sweet haze. Happiness flows through my veins. Contentment and peace overwhelm me. Everything is right with the world. We are a family now and there is so much good ahead, to live joyfully and wholly, one day at a time.
“How are you holding up?” Eric asks after a while. “Want me to take him back to the ward so you can get some sleep?”
“Not yet,” I reply. “Where’s Marie?”
“She’s coming over with the kids. Dad, too. It’s gonna get crowded soon enough,” he says, smiling broadly. His gaze bounces between the baby and me, and I am pretty sure that this man is overflowing with the purest, warmest, sincerest kind of love. He’s over the moon. “My gosh, he’s handsome.”
“A Danson, through and through,” I giggle.
“Got something for you,” Chase quips as he comes back into the room, an armful of snacks, flowers, and a huge grin on his face. “What do you want, baby? Cheez-Its? Funyuns? Doritos? I got one of each until Wyatt gets here with the real food.”
“Pretty sure this place has food too,” I say, almost laughing.
“Yeah, but you deserve to enjoy some junk food for bringing our son into the world.”
“Thank you. Now come closer and give me a kiss,” I reply.
Happy to oblige, Chase sets the snacks aside and comes over, planting a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a soft peck on the top of our son’s head. The little guy stirs in his sleep at the contact but doesn’t wake up. “You two, the kids, are my life,” Chase says, pouring everything he’s got into the words. “My everything.”
“None of this would be possible without the three of you. Speaking of three, where’s—”
“Chicken coming!” Wyatt exclaims as he joins us with a couple of loaded paper bags. The smell reaches us first—an intoxicatingly delicious scent of deep-fried goodness and cheesy decadence. Frankly, I’ll worry about nutrition tomorrow. Right now, I look forward to digging into that marvelous food. “How’s mama?”
He whips up a huge grin and sets the chicken next to Chase’s snacks. “Oh, good, so we’re splurging today, huh?”
“Mom’s bringing ice cream too,” Eric adds.
Wyatt’s smile grows. “Nothing but the best for our Iron Lady. Now, let me hold the little guy for a bit. Your arms must be tired,” he says to me.
“Not really but knock yourself out,” I reply.
