Epilogue

Ten years later...

"Oh my god, Nate," Amy moaned as I rolled off her, watching her chest rise and fall a few times before she rolled into me, flinging an arm across my chest, "I love you," she whispered.

"Love you too, gorgeous."

"Even though I'm getting older?"

"We're all a little older now, Amy. I loved you back then. I love you just as much if not even a little bit more now, particularly after carrying three children."

She was the only one who had more than two, everyone agreeing rather quickly when she asked if anyone would be bothered if she could have one more. Her last...