Merry & Wild (The Wilds of Montana #0.5)

Epilogue

JOY

One Year Later

Christmas Day

“ W hat an incredible Christmas present,” I whisper as I brush my fingers over my newborn son’s head. He’s so small in my arms, but he felt huge when I was giving birth to him. I glance up at my husband of less than a year and smile. “I guess this is the universe’s way of letting us know that Christmas will always be a special time for us.”

“But does it have to toss in a storm for good measure? Every time?” John asks, and I wince at the memory of my poor, frazzled husband driving his truck as fast as possible through a blizzard to get me to the hospital on time. “I swear, that took ten years off my life.”

“But you got us here,” I assure him and pass the baby to him. “What are we going to name him? We never did agree on anything.”

He’s staring down into the face of our baby, and then he looks up at me. “Remington John Wild.”

“Oh, I like that. Is it a family name? The Remington part?”

“It was my grandfather’s name,” he says. “And his father before him.”

“I love it. And I love you both, so much it takes my breath away.”

Remington squirms and then lets out a little cry.

“This little man is going to do big things,” John says before he kisses the baby’s cheek and then passes him back to me so I can nurse him. “I can feel it.”

“Oh, I agree. Remington Wild will be a force to be reckoned with.”

The End