Epilogue
Lucy
“It’s okay my sweet girl, Mommy is here,” I whisper, picking Amelia up from her crib. Her fussing stops as soon as I put her against my chest. I rub Landon’s sleeping head. It’s hard to believe he is five now. It seems just like yesterday the doctor was laying him in my arms. Every day he looks more and more like Hunter. He’s my little prince, so sweet and loving, just like his daddy. He is completely obsessed with his new baby sister. The first night we brought Amelia home, we found him asleep in her crib and he’s slept there every night for the past two months. Not that this is surprising, since Bailey did the same thing when we brought Landon home from the hospital. It’s sweet how much they love each other.
Me and Amelia climb into bed with Hunter, who is already awake and getting my pillows ready for me to nurse Amelia. Hunter definitely wasn’t lying when he said he would be there for those three a.m. feedings. The first little cries from Amelia, Hunter is up, ready to change diapers and helps any way he can with her. He is amazing with all our kids as I knew he would be. He proved that with Bailey before we got together. I love to watch him play in the middle of the floor with Landon, read books with Bailey, and rock Amelia to sleep. He is an amazing father and husband. He makes me so happy it almost feels like a dream.
Hunter turns in our direction and smiles when he sees us. “There are my beautiful girls.” He helps me back into bed then slips under the blankets next to me. He kisses my shoulder and softly strokes Amelia’s head while she eats. She stops just long enough to smile at her daddy’s touch. Amelia has been a daddy’s girl since she was in my belly. She would wiggle around whenever she heard his voice. It was cute to watch her movements follow his voice across my stomach. It became a silly game Hunter would play at night while we were lying in bed.
“She’s looking more and more like you,” Hunter softly says, then kisses the top of Amelia’s head.
“I think she is a mix of us both. I do hope she gets your curly hair.” I think Amelia would look so adorable with Hunter’s curls. Landon got his daddy’s good looks and his curly hair. My sweet boy is going to drive all the girls crazy with that deadly combination.
A sleepy Landon shuffles into our room and climbs into bed. Someone must have realized Amelia was no longer in her crib. “Hey buddy, what are you doing awake?” Hunter asks, letting Landon snuggle on top of his chest.
“Just making sure Amelia is okay.” He yawns.
“She’s okay. She’s just eating,” I assure him. He’s already the protective older brother.
“What’s going on?” Bailey rubs her eyes as she walks in our room.
“It’s Amelia’s first breakfast of the morning. Come lay in bed,” I suggest. Everyone else is in here might as well add one more to the party. Bailey climbs into bed, first giving Hunter a kiss on the cheek, then kisses Landon on top of the head before snuggling up between Hunter and me. She gently rubs Amelia’s back.
I look across the bed at my sweet little family and feel completely blessed. I never thought a day like this would ever come, where I would be able to give Bailey the family she wanted or find the happiness I so desperately wanted. Hunter didn’t just give me my every dream, he gave me his heart, and trusted me to take care of it. In doing so, he brought me back to life, and I will love him for that every single day of our lives.
THE END