Epilogue
Georgia
Five years later…
I’m in the kitchen crumbling feta on the salad when my father comes in.
“Something sure smells good. What’s for dinner? I’m starved,” he says as he pulls me in for a hug and busses my cheek.
I look up at him and grin. “Your favorite. Greek salad and spanikopita.”
“Excellent.” He pauses a moment and his eyebrows knit together. “Are you okay?” he asks. “You’re looking a little pale.”
Damn. I was hoping it wouldn’t show. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure. I know it’s been years, but who knows how—”
“Dad. I’m fine. Truly.” Some days I almost wish for my distant father back, because my concerned father can be a bit of a handful.
“If you’re sure.”
“I am. Seeing as you’re here, you can put this on the table,” I say, holding out the bowl of Greek salad.
Frances walks into the kitchen carrying a glass of wine as I’m pulling the pan out of the oven. “Oh, that looks delicious. Is there anything I can do?”
“No, it’s all under control. Dad’s already taken the salad in, and I just need to slice and plate this up. If you want to get Dad and Heath to the table, I’ll be there in just a moment.”
A few minutes later, I enter the dining room and catch Heath’s eye. He gives me a small nod, then pops up from the table. “Back in a minute.”
As I’m taking my seat, he returns with two boxes wrapped in rainbow striped paper. He places one in front of each parent.
“What’s going on?” Frances asks. “Did I miss something?”
“Just open them.” Heath says impatiently.
It’s all I can do to keep from bouncing in my chair.
It’s comical watching my father slowly unwrap his box, clearly trying to make sure Frances opens hers first.
Moments later, Frances pulls the mug from the box, and her face lights up. The expressions that pass over my father’s face as he processes the words make my heart melt.
“This explains why you look so tired,” Dad says.
“See? I told you I am fine.”
“When are you due?”
“June fourth.”
“Your mother’s birthday,” my dad whispers.
I hadn’t really given that any thought. Maybe because babies come when they come, not when some arbitrary calculation says they should.
“Oh, Georgia, that would be lovely, if our little bean makes her appearance then.”
“Hold on with this ‘her’ business, Franny,” my father blusters, “It could be a him.”
“Oh pish. Of course our little bean is a girl.” Frances winks at me, and it’s all I can do not to laugh.
I press my palm to the little bean in my belly and bask in the love that fills this room.
I’m truly blessed.
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