Page 116 of Make Me Swoon

“Is Sayler here?” he asks and I huff out a laugh.

“Coraline is home. Where else would she be?” I joke.

Coraline works crazy hours as a chef which means that when she’s home or has a day off, the girls are usually together.

“Hey guys,” Rooney says as he greets our parents and heads over to open the fridge.

He pulls out the potato salad that I just put away and grabs a spoon from the drawer and I roll my eyes.

“We wanted to take you and the girls out to dinner,” my mom tells him and he shoves the spoonful of potato salad into his mouth before he puts it back.

“Where are we going? And where’s my girl?” he asks.

“Bedroom with Coraline,” I tell him as the girls come out of the bathroom.

They’re both smiling from ear to ear and they smile wider when they see our parents standing there.

“Hey,” Coraline says, hugging my mom and dad before she switches with Sayler and hugs my aunt Indie and uncle Mischa.

I smile. My parents, my whole family, loves Coraline and Sayler and I’m glad that the girls have the family that they deserve now. A family who loves them and just wants them to be happy.

“What are you two so happy about?” Rooney asks as he hugs Sayler to him.

“We have some exciting news,” Sayler says, sharing a look with Coraline.

“What’s going on?” I ask, pulling Coraline into my side.

She smiles up at me and I get lost in her eyes for a minute.

“We’re pregnant!” Sayler screams and I gape at Coraline.

“We are?” I whisper and she nods, tears in her eyes.

“Yeah, we are,” she whispers back and I wrap my arms around her, crushing her to me before I panic and loosen my grip.

“Congratulations!” my mom and Aunt Indie cry, swarming us and wrapping the girls up in a hug.

Our dads are next and then I’m pulling Coraline back into my arms.

“How are you feeling?” my mom asks and I hold my girl close as my mom and aunt bombard the girls with questions.

I smile through it all.

This is everything that I wanted in life. My family, the love of my life, and now we’re going to have kids of our own.

“Let’s go eat and celebrate,” Uncle Mischa says and I take Coraline’s hand as we head down the stairs.

“Are you happy?” she asks me as we follow everyone outside and I squeeze her hand.

“I couldn’t be any happier. I love you, Coraline.”

“I love you too,” she says, leaning up on her tiptoes and brushing a kiss across my lips.

SIXTEEN

Coraline

Five Years Later…

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