Epilogue
Tyson
8 Years Later
I take a deep breath and slowly let it out before counting backward from ten. I cannot lose my shit at this kid. I stare down at the intern who just spilled his fucking iced tea all over the plans that I’m due to present to the developer in less than a fucking hour.
Keep your fucking cool, Tyson. Walk away.
The intern looks like he’s about to be sick and does his best to fix his fuck up, but there’s no point. I can’t show these plans now. New ones will have to be printed and if he doesn’t get on it now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind and the developer.
I push up from the table and silently walk away as one of my other interns runs for her computer. I watch her screen as she hastily pulls up the digital copies of the plan and gets started on the replacement. I take a mental note to give her some sort of praise, but not now. Right now, I need to get to my office and close the fucking door before I knock the idiot out.
How fucking stupid can you be to bring an iced tea into my board room? Everyone knows that when an architect is bringing his final plan into a room, you back away from the fucking table, tie your hands behind your back, and forget to breathe.
Fuck!
I slam my door, feeling like a fucking kid having a tantrum, but I’d prefer to scream about it behind a closed door than allow my whole fucking office to see me lose my shit.
My door instantly flies back open and I spin around with fury pulsing out of my veins. Who the fuck would have the nerve to walk in here right now?
“Where the hell have you been?” Brylee demands, rushing into my office and grabbing my suit jacket off the back of my chair. “I’ve been calling you for ages. Heidi is in labor.”
I stare at my wife with my mouth hanging open. Did she just say…
“HEY!” she yells, clicking in my face when I don’t move. “Get a fucking move on, Ty. WE. HAVE. TO. GO!”
Well, fuck.
We’re having a baby.
Brylee grabs my hand and hauls me out of my office, making the anger fade away. Hell, right now, I can’t even remember why the fuck I was so angry. “Laura,” I yell over my shoulder to my PA. “Cancel all my appointments for the next few days. We’re having a baby.”
She beams back at me before shouting at my retreating back. “But the developer? Canceling this late in the game would look unprofessional. He’ll be here in less than an hour.”
“Shit,” I grunt, pulling back on Brylee’s hand. “Get Andrew to do it. He knows the plans like the back of his hand. Explain why I’m not there and apologize. Andrew cannot fuck this up. Got it?”
“Got it, boss.”
“Oh, and keep the fucking interns out of the meeting.”
She nods and I hardly have a second to make sure she’s getting on with it before Brylee tugs hard on my hand, making me fall through my own fucking office door.
Bry presses the button for the elevator and after waiting three seconds, she decides it’s not fast enough and pulls me to the stairs. “Seriously, Freckles?” I grumble, following behind her as she breaks into the stairwell. “The lift will come.”
“It’s too slow,” she says, hurrying down the stairs and freaking me out as I watch her, terrified that she might fall. “Besides, I can’t stand still long enough to wait. We have to get to the hospital. If I miss our baby being born, I’m going to kill you.”
“We’re not going to miss it.”
As I practically chase her down the stairs, joy overtakes me. It’s been a long fucking road getting to this point. We were married after two years together and the second, Bry finished college, we were trying for a baby. It took years of trying with failed IVF attempts which broke us every single time. We came to the realization that it wasn’t going to happen for us, which is when we started the adoption process.
We couldn’t believe our luck when we met Heidi. She’s a young beautiful woman who happened to get herself in a tricky situation, which for her is terrible, but for us, it’s the gift of life that we’ve been waiting so damn long for. I couldn’t believe our luck when she chose us to be the parents of her baby. It’s one of the best moments of my life, it’s right up with our wedding day and the day we first got together.
We break down into the parking garage and Brylee is panting, trying to catch her breath, but that doesn’t stop her from flying through the parked cars until she’s desperately trying to rip the handle off my car.