Epilogue
Two and a half years later . . .
Rachel
“BABE, DO YOU HAVE KENNEDY?” I called as I went from room to room with Kira.
There is no way to keep track of twins that are running all over the place while you’re trying to get ready to go somewhere. I swear, if she is getting in Trip’s food again . . .
“Kash! Do you know—”
“Where this beautiful monster is?” he asked as he rounded the corner with Kennedy in his arms. She was missing her shirt.
I stopped and blew out a thankful breath that at least she was only missing an article of clothing instead of being completely naked, or covered in baby powder again like last time.
“Where’s her shirt?”
He shrugged and held her up to blow a raspberry on her stomach. “I don’t know. I was hoping you knew.”
“I don’t.” I looked at Kira in my arms and shook my head as I smiled at her. “Your sister is crazy, absolutely crazy!”
Kira just smiled and set her head down on my shoulder as we began walking through the house, looking for Kennedy’s shirt.
“Your daddy better be happy at least one of you is calm.”
“What? Kennedy’s just having a little fun.”
I shot him a look. “She can’t keep her clothes on. Are you going to keep saying that when she’s sixteen and still doing the same thing?”
His face fell into a look of pure horror. “Oh no. No, no, no. That’s it. You’re going to homeschool them. Both of them! And they’re not allowed near boys until they’re thirty. And . . . and . . . and from now on, they only wear dresses. Ugly ones that are three sizes too big.”
I laughed and leaned in to kiss Kennedy’s big smile. “You take after your daddy. The crazies.”
“I’m so serious, Rach. They’re never allowed out in public without me.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Don’t act like that! You’re the one that said she was going to be taking her clothes off when she was sixteen.”
I rolled my eyes and pointed at the discarded shirt on the ground so he could bend down to pick it up. “She’s not even two, calm down. I was just saying that so I could make a point. And I’m not homeschooling them, or making them wear ugly clothes, so you can work at getting over that right now.”
He set Kennedy down and pulled her shirt back on before pointing at it. “You keep this on. Always. Even if boys tell you to take it off when you’re older. You don’t listen to—” He cut off and hung his head when Kennedy zoomed away again with Trip chasing after her.
“You’ll have a lot of time to tell her that when she’s older . . . when she’ll underst
and it.”
Looking up, he made a face at me before leaning forward and grabbing my hips. “I’m so glad you’re going to be a boy,” he said to my large stomach, and placed a kiss on it. Standing up, he pulled me as close as my stomach would allow and kissed me thoroughly until the shrill laugh of Kennedy filled the air.
“Naked baby.” I pointed as she ran through the living room and into the kitchen. “You catch her and I’ll finish getting Kira ready?”
“Oh, so you get the easy one tonight? Why?”
“Uh, yeah . . . because I’m Rachel.”
Kash smiled and kissed me hard once more. “The last time we had this conversation, it ended in you slapping me. So I’m just gonna keep my mouth shut.”
“Good choice.”