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Epilogue One
Becca
Three months later
Getting marriedto Dylan was the best decision of my life. Until I went into labor and wanted to kill him.
“I can’t believe,” I gasp through yet another contraction, “that they won’t give me an epidural. Make them do it, Dylan,” I hold on to his arm and beg.
“Baby,” he pushes my hair back and winces in pain when I dig my fingernails into his skin. “You waited too long. If they do it now, it won’t work in time for the baby to come out.”
“So what you’re saying,” I snarl at him, “is that it ismyfault?”
“Uh,” he runs a hand over the baseball cap he has on backwards. It usually turns me on like nothing else. Now though, now I just want to slap it off his head, and I want it to hurt when I do it.
“This is all your fault, Dylan Knight,” I scream into his face. “And I will never forgive you for putting your baby in my belly. Look at me,” I scream at him again. “Look. At. Me!”
“I’m looking, baby,” he winces again when my fingers squeeze with so much force, I think I’m drawing blood. But I don’t care.
“What if I die from this, Dylan?” I start crying now that another contraction passes. “I will die, and my baby will never know me.” Hiccups take over my body. “Don’t ever make my baby call another womanMommy. Do you hear me?”
I’m back to screaming as a contraction wrecks my body, worse than ever before.
“I will haunt your ass so bad, Dylan,” I promise. “So… bad.” I collapse back on the uncomfortable hospital bed, hair soaked in sweat, and just feeling gross overall.
“I love your crazy ass, Bex,” he runs a cold rag over my forehead. “I’ll love your ghost just as much, too, swear to God.”
I start crying uncontrollably.
“I love you so much, Dylan,” I gasp. “I don’t know if I can do this. I need baby girl to come out faster.”
In the end, our baby girl takes her time and finally makes an appearance hours later.
“I am so in love,” Dylan whispers from next to me. “I will never get over how much I love you. And now we have a daughter…”
“She is so beautiful,” I run my fingers softly over the baby’s head. “Look at her hair. It looks like Ethan’s, right?”
Ethan is my stepson now. I love him as if he was my own, and I miss him when he’s with Wyatt and Alison.
Making the decision to not uproot him and let him live with Dylan’s brother and sister-in-law was hard. But we had to take into consideration Ethan’s wellbeing. And in the end, seeing the happiness on his little face every time he came to stay with us, and then again every time he went back home was everything to all of us.
“He’s outside with the family,” Dylan informs me now.
“Oh my god,” I gasp in shock. “They brought him over?”
“They picked up Colton on the way, too. So, seriously,” Dylan smirks, “full house.”
“Sully and Puck, too?”
“Like I could keep them away,” he snorts in amusement. “I need to let them all in, and soon. Before they break the door down.”
“We need Ethan to give us a name,” I kiss the baby’s head. “He’s been working on it for a while now.”
Dylan gets up from next to me, bends over to kiss me on the lips, kisses the baby’s head, then finally walks out of the room. It doesn’t take long before he walks back in. I expect the whole gang to follow, but it’s just him and Ethan.
“Where is everybody?” I smile at them. I chuckle when Ethan struggles out of Dylan’s arms and runs to me. I adjust the baby in my arms, then pat the bed for him to hop on. Dylan lifts him up like he’s made of air and drops him right next to me.
