Kapitel 62: Epilogue

In December, a healthy newborn boy joined our world and let forth a loud cry. The sound of his cries brought everyone to tears the entire day. I laughed and had a dizzying rush of excitement.

Smith peered down at our son through watery eyes. His strong, masculine body was happy. He reached out, caressing the ends of my hair before bending to place a kiss on the forehead of Jonah Christian Mason, our firstborn child. He smiled at me and raised an eyebrow. "Lovely work, my darling."

It was mentioned by my father, "He's handsome, like his father."

Smith's brows lifted, a cunning smirk illuminating his rough mouth. "I hope for his mother's temperament."

Birds chirping all around us could be heard. It was springtime, and I smiled hideously and clichédly to see the familiar faces of everyone I loved.