|posted on 4-May-2002 3:50:10 AM by Kapone224|
May 29, 2006
“Can you please tell me where we’re going?”
“Because it’s a surprise.”
“If you tell me I promise I won’t tell anyone else.”
“Sweets, it’s only you and me sitting here.”
“I know, that’s why I won’t tell anyone else.”
Zan’s laughter floats through the car as we drive to some unknown destination. We’ve been packing all day, and today is my last official day as a New Yorker. I let my eyes wander out the window at all the sights that New York has to offer, and then I look back at Zan. I definitely got the best piece of New York.
“May I just tell you that you are looking quite handsome this evening,” I smile at him. He’s wearing a black suit with a white, butterfly collar dress shirt underneath and the first three buttons are open. The piercings are visible, silver rings adorn his fingers, and the key is lying securely next to his chest.
“And may I say that you look divine as well,” he answers. “I’m still not telling you where we’re going though.”
“It was a nice try. I’ll give you some points for that.”
“Zaaaannn.” He sighs.
“You really want to know where we’re going, sweets?”
“Good, because we’re here.”
Zan laughs all the way to my side of the car as I scowl at him, and he opens my door. When I stop making faces at him, it’s then that I realize where Zan has brought me.
“Top of the World?!? You brought me to Top of the World!” I shriek as I dance a little jig in front of the restaurant.
“Do you want to go somewhere else? We could always leave if you wanted to,” he teases me.
“No! We are staying right here! Top of the World!” I continue to chant as I clap my hands and wiggle anxiously.
Top of the World is by far the most exquisitely beautiful and wonderful restaurant that New York has to offer. It’s located on the roof of the highest building in the state, and once you are up there, it is as if you are sitting on top of the world, hence the name. That is if you can get reservations to get in. I know people who have waited at least two years to get a table in this place, and know some that are still waiting. Yeah, exclusive doesn’t even cover it.
“How did you get reservations? You do realize that the waiting list is like years long, right?”
“I know this.”
“Then how is it that we have reservations tonight?”
“Because I’m da man,” he smiles down at me and kisses my forehead.
After our two minute elevator ride to the roof, we finally step into the restaurant and immediately my breath is taken away. This place is just…wow. Imagine the fanciest restaurant that you’ve ever been to and then magnify by about 300, and you would have Top of the World. To say that this place has exceeded my expectations is like the understatement of the year. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling are trimmed in 24 karat gold, all the place ware is real china, and the silverware that is being used is just that, sterling silver. A live band has set up and is playing, and the dance floor is swarming with only the trendiest, most happening New Yorkers.
“You ready to eat, sweets?” Zan asks as he guides me to our private table outside on the patio. I can’t even speak I’m so awed by this place; instead I just nod. Zan chuckles as he holds out my chair for me and tucks me under the table. “You alright, Liz?” he inquires as he sits down.
“Yeah, just in shock I guess,” I answer as I pick up my menu. “I just never thought I would be here.”
“You’re my girl, anything you want you can have.”
“Is that right?”
“Can I have a kiss then?” I smile.
Zan grabs my hand and leans over the table. Just as he’s about to kiss our waiter arrives. Damn him and his prompt service.
“You gonna be able to eat everything you ordered?” Zan asks me after Chad, our server, has left the table.
“Eat it? Devour it is more like it. I am starving,” I answer and to emphasize I rub my tummy.
“You shouldn’t have gone all day without eating, I thought we talked about that.”
“I did eat today, I swear.” Zan raises his eyebrow at me unconvinced. “I had a roast beef sandwich from Subway, three chocolate chip cookies, and some chips.”
“Okay, I guess I believe you,” he teases. “You better save room for dessert, though. So how do you feel, Miss Graduate?”
“I feel so free, Zan. I feel like I can do anything in the world right now. I’m just so…happy that it’s all over with.”
“I am, too. I couldn’t wait for this day to come.”
“Really? And why is that?”
“Because my girl is coming home with me for good,” he smiles. “No more nights alone, sitting up half the night eating pints of ice cream, because I can’t sleep. No more coming home to an empty house. Or an empty bed for that matter,” he adds devilishly and wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“You are so impossible,” I giggle. “Is that all you missed? Our nights of wild, off the wall sex?”
“Tell me you didn’t miss it, sweets.”
“No, I want to hear you say it.”
When I let my eyes fall to the table and a slight smile graces my lips, Zan chuckles quietly and grabs my hand from across the table.
“That’s exactly what I thought.” He pauses and begins to stroke my fingers. “Just in case you’re not sure, let me go ahead and answer your question. No, the sex isn’t the only thing I missed. Hell, us not having sex didn’t even bother me as much as not being able to just do little stuff like taking you to dinner, or just kicking back watching TV. I missed not being able to share my day with you face to face, or being able to just look at you from across the room and smile at you. It was the little shit that was killing me, babe."
“You are such a sweetie,” I smile as I lean across the table. “Come ‘ere.”
“You have something on your face and I want to get it off.”
I beckon Zan to come towards me with the hand he’s not stroking and when he gets close enough, I lean forward and lick the left corner of his mouth. Due to his surprise, Zan sits there in shock and I take total advantage of him by working my way inward, all the while kissing him. When I lean back into my seat, Zan is clearly hazed and I can’t help but giggle.
“Um, so did you get what was on my face?” he asks dreamily.
“What was it?”
“Your mouth,” I smile.
“Can we go home now? I think I got something on another part of my body you might want to get off me,” he grins.
“I’ll think about it while I eat.”
“You’re wrong, Liz. So wrong,” he whispers and I laugh. Just then Chad comes back with our food.
“So what are Maria and Michael up to? I mean, what are they doing now that they’ve graduated?” Zan asks over a bite of Tabasco drenched asparagus.
“You know, that’s a really good question. I know that Michael was offered the position of Senior Director at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, and Maria got offered a job as a costume designer in both LA and Phoenix, but I have no clue what they are going to do,” I answer.
“Do you think they would come to LA?”
“I don’t know. I know Michael was seriously considering staying in New York a little while longer to hone his craft, and he was even thinking about teaching a few art classes for underprivileged kids. Maria…well, Maria is pretty much torn. She doesn’t want to leave Michael, but at the same time she really wants to take one of these jobs.”
“What about the money factor?”
“It’s not an issue. They would both be making around $75,000 a year to begin if they went to LA or Phoenix, but…” I shrug my shoulders and Zan nods at me. We continue to chat and eat rather quickly.
“Dance with me?” Zan asks after we finish our food and I nod affirmatively. He smiles as he takes my hand in his own and leads me to the dance floor.
“Wait here one second,” he says as he kisses my hand, and then he walks off to talk to the band’s lead singer. They chat for a second, and then Zan strolls back to me and takes me into his arms. A couple of seconds later the song begins.
I'll give you the sun
The stars and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for
And even more
Girl I love you more than you could know
And that's for sure
I'd climb the highest hill
Cross the widest sea
Nothing could discourage me
And I pray that you will be
Always there for me
Ready or not
I'll give you everything
All that I've got - it's yours
I'll give you everything
All that you're looking for
“Zan?” I question, but all he does is smile down at me as we dance. The question is on the tip of my tongue, but I’m so entranced by this man that I can’t even bring myself to ask it. Instead, I close my eyes and let the music take us away as we hold each other and sway.
I'll give you my heart
My love is a fountain
I will be your earth
And all that you need for
And even more
'Cause girl I love you more than words can show
My love is pure
I'll walk a thousand miles
Sail a thousand seas
Nothing' will discourage me
And I pray that you will
Always be there for me
Ready or not
I'll give you everything
All that I've got - it's yours
I'll give you everything
All that you're looking for
Everything's not anything
If you're not here to share my dream
You don't know what it means to me
If you'll accept my love
I dedicate my love
My heart beats for you
Girl I can't get enough
So I'll wait for your love
There's nothing that I'd rather do
Ready or not
I'll give you everything
All that I've got - it's yours
I'll give you everything
All that you're looking for
“Is that how you feel?” I ask with tears in my eyes as the song finishes itself.
“That and much more,” Zan whispers as he kisses my tears away.
“Shh, sweets. Come on, I think our dessert is here.”
Zan leads us off the dance floor and back to our table, where he once again tucks me in securely. Sure enough, there are two plates of strawberry cheesecake laced in strawberry sauce waiting for us once we sit down. Zan picks up his fork and smiles at me.
“Bon appetite,” he states as he raises his fork to his lips and begins to eat.
It’s not long before I follow suit, and soon my consumption has surpassed his. I can vaguely hear him talking about something from his side of the table, but my mind is elsewhere. This cheesecake is so freaking good that I can barely control myself from moaning and rolling across the ground. And this sauce. The chefs must have went to the Garden of Eden to gather the ingredients, it’s that damn good. This is the best cheesecake—
“Sweets, I’ll be back,” Zan suddenly says, cutting into my thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah. Sure,” I murmur as I continue to shovel this delectable pastry in my mouth. He chuckles as he stands and excuses himself.
After about 30 seconds, I look down at my plate and find that my cheesecake is gone. Now this may sound pretty strange, but I’m actually starting to feel kinda sad that my dessert is gone. That is until I notice that there is still some of that yummy strawberry sauce on the edge of my plate. Resisting the temptation to pick the plate up and lick it clean, I use my fork to daintily scrape the sides of the plate clean. It’s not until I’m about halfway done with my scraping that I notice something very odd about the plate: it has random, almost ancient Arabic style writing on it. By this time, I’m scraping the sides of the plate as if my life depended on it, and eventually the plate is clean. Utter and complete shock consume me as I stare at the words on the plate, and the words stare right back at me. I look at the plate once again and by it’s own volition, the fork drops from my hand. Oh. My. God.
“Ya know, I’ve been rehearsing this speech in my mind for the past six months, but when I look at you, all the words seem to disappear,” Zan’s voice floats from the doorway. “I used to think that the reason I loved you so much was because I needed you, but I realize now that I need you in my life because I love you. Now I could tell you that I’m happy with the way that things are between us at the present moment, but it would be a lie. I could tell you that the way I love you at this very moment will always be the same, but that would be a lie, too, because my love for you and the way I love you grows stronger and deeper everyday.”
Zan crosses from the doorway, slides my seat from under the table, and stands directly in front of me.
“You and me, we’ve been through some rough shit, but I can’t say that I regret any of it, because look where it’s brought us and look at what it created.” He pauses and then looks me dead in the eye. “Sweets, I want to be your present and your future. I want to be the one to erase all your fears, worries, and doubts if you should ever have any. I want to be the one that loves you through thick and thin, the good and the bad, through sickness and health. I don’t know what the future may bring, but I do know that I want to be your forever. Words will never express how much I love you or how much you mean to me, but I swear to you that I will show you every single day of our life together if you let me.” He sinks down on one knee. “Will you let me, babe? Will you marry me?”
Zan has pulled out what I can only guess is a ring; I can’t see it though because the tears that have been threatening to spill over just have and I have been temporarily blinded. I’m so happy, so moved that I do the only thing I know how: leap into his arms and knock him to the ground.
“Yes, Zan, yes,” I whisper into the side of his neck and cling to him for dear life.
I look into his eyes and just begin to radiate happiness. It finally registers with him that I have indeed accepted his proposal, and soon he is beaming himself. We continue to just there on the ground and hold each other for I don’t know how long. Nothing is registering except for the fact that I am engaged to the man of dreams, and all is right with the world.
“Thank you for this,” Zan whispers in my ear as he continues to hold me. Light kisses pepper the side of my face, neck and forehead.
“For making me the happiest man alive.”
“No, thank you.”
“For making all my dreams come true.”
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|posted on 7-May-2002 12:08:14 AM by Kapone224|
|It looks as though we have reached the end (I don't know whether to smile or cry at that thought). I would like to thank all of you guys for the wonderful feedback. If I didn't mention youpersonally by name, that doesn't mean that I love you any less, it just means that there were so many of you who rode along and helped complete this journey. I want to thank you guys for all your words of encouragement, words of criticism and just words to say "Hey! Get off your ass and write us another part." |
Part 50- Epilogue
June 24, 2008
“Lizzie, it’s mom.” “And mom.”
I smile into the phone as both of my mothers begin to chatter. I just got home from the lab about 20 minutes ago, and now I’m lying on the couch wearing my favorite clothes: one of Zan’s t-shirts and jean shorts.
“Hi mommy, hi mama Kristine. How are you guys doing?”
“Good.” “Great. How are you?”
“Fine and dandy. I see you guys have finally got the hang of three-way calling,” I giggle.
“Are you making fun of us, young lady? Don’t make us fly to L.A., it won’t be pretty,” my mother mock threatens.
“Noooo, I wouldn’t dare make fun of you.”
“Uh huh. Nancy, I think she’s making fun of our inability to work modern technology. I say we pay her and her unruly husband a visit,” Kristine teases.
“Hey, you leave my husband out of this!”
“Look at how defensive she is, Kristine. Isn’t she cute?”
“You think she’s cute? Oh, you should hear when I mention her to Zan. You would swear that someone…”
As Kristine and my mother continue to chatter, my eyes fall to my left hand on the lovely 2.5 carat marquise cut wedding ring that graces my finger. Zan and I have been married now for almost two years, and…I’m just so happy. I know that eventually the newlywed magic will wear off, but I’m honestly praying that it won’t. I don’t know if it’s possible, but our love just keeps growing stronger and more perfect with every day that passes. Don’t get me wrong, Zan and I have our ups and downs like any other married couple, but…you know, when I think about it, our ups and downs aren’t like anyone else’s. We’ve never really fought; at the most we bicker over petty stuff like who’s going to wash clothes or who’s cooking dinner. And even then, when we bicker our making up is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
“Sweetie, you still there or are you in Zan Land?” Kristine asks innocently.
“Why, mama Kristine, what are you talking about? What is this Zan Land that you speak of?”
“She’s speaking of the way you space out whenever you start thinking about Zan or anything Zan related,” my mother supplies while laughing. “If you need any further reference, then you should watch the video of your wedding and pay close attention to the way you weren’t answering the minister when he asked you to repeat your vows.”
“You are never going to let me forget that, are you?”
“No!” they both shout and continue to laugh.
“I swear to God, I thought we were going to have to throw some cold water on you or something, but then Maria swatted you with her bouquet and you snapped out of it,” Kristine giggles.
“Oh, but if you’ll remember, Zan was no better. It took Michael smacking him in the back of his head to get him in gear.”
If you couldn’t already tell, my wedding was quite…comical.
“Are you guys finished making fun of me? I mean, my feelings are starting to get hurt,” I pout.
“Oh, suck it up, this is all apart of being a married woman,” my mother teases.
“And speaking of being a married woman, how’s it going? Is it everything you thought it would be?” Kristine asks.
“I’m going to have to go with yes on all counts for that.”
“My boy keeping you happy?”
“Of course he’s keeping her happy. He better be, or I’ll be in California with my shotgun faster than you can blink.”
“I’m just playing, Liz, calm down. She’s so protective of him. You see that, Kristine?”
“You guys are too much,” I giggle.
“I think we’ve earned that right. Wouldn’t you say so, Nancy?”
“Sure would, Kris.”
“So how are Michael and Maria doing? They should be getting hitched soon, right?” my mother asks.
“Yeah, in two months. Maria is stressed beyond belief, and because Maria is stressed, Michael is stressed. I think we’ve visited every wedding shop in southern California, but Maria just isn’t satisfied with what she’s seen. She almost started crying when she was looking at candelabras yesterday.”
“I remember those days,” Kristine sighs. “When Robert and I got engaged, I must have dragged him to every bakery in New York just so we could have the perfect cake. If I would have known then that most of my ‘perfect’ cake was going to end up across our faces and on the walls of the hall we rented, I would have went to the grocery store and had them do it.”
“Yeah, but I can understand where she’s coming from. It’s her wedding day, everything should be perfect for her. She deserves it, all women do,” my mother states.
As I murmur my agreement, I hear the garage door open and a smile spreads across my face. My man is home.
“Guys, I gotta go,” I tell them.
“Why? We just started talking,” my mother whines.
“Zan is home,” I say as a faint blush covers my cheeks.
“Oooooh, I know what that means. Nancy, do you know what that means?” Kristine teases.
“I sure do, Kristine. It means that my little girl isn’t so little anymore.”
“Mom, stop it.”
“It means that my little Lizzie is about to engage in—“
“Okay, I’m hanging up,” I state firmly and they both begin to laugh hysterically. It’s one thing to a married woman who has sex with her husband, but to discuss it with both my mother and mother-in-law is something else completely. Something quite disgusting if you think about it.
“Okay, we won’t embarrass you,” my mother giggles. “Tell Zan that we said hello, though.”
“We love you guys,” Kristine adds.
“We love you, too. We’ll call you back later on tonight.”
“Sure you will.”
“Mom!” More giggling.
“Okay, okay. Talk to you later, honey.”
I hang up the phone, and move from my spot on the couch. God, I lucked out. How is it that other people have in laws that absolutely hate each other, but mine are so perfect and wonderful and get along so well with my family? Walking into the kitchen, I see Zan sitting at the kitchen table eating a peach, and looking quite delectable if I might say so myself.
“Hey, beautiful. I was just about to come look for you,” Zan smiles at me.
“I just got off the phone with our parents. You know they’re crazy, right?”
“Your mother is the one that’s crazy, sweets. My mom is insane,” he answers and I giggle.
“Anyway, I told them that we would call them back later on tonight.”
“Okay.” He pauses and looks at me. “Babe, you alright?”
“Wonderful. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve been sitting at this table for the past five minutes and have yet to receive a hug or kiss. Where’s my loving at, woman?”
“Hmm, that’s a good question, Zan,” I smile at him and move towards the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“So Mrs. Evans wants to play today,” he smirks at me as he raises his pierced eyebrow.
“Play? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Evans,” I answer innocently and shuffle my bare feet against the marble floor.
“Don’t make me come over there, woman.”
“Maybe you should.”
As Zan makes his way from the kitchen table to my place in the middle of kitchen, anticipation slowly makes it way up from the pit of my stomach to every crevice within my body. Zan has had this effect on me since the moment I met him, but today I’m so anxious for his touch that I’m about to explode. I need him to touch me, or I’ll die of wanting. A little melodramatic, I know, but it’s true.
Zan is leaning in to kiss me when suddenly I back away and look into his eyes. He looks somewhat confused, but doesn’t say anything.
“I love you, Zan.”
“I love you, too, sweets.”
“You sure about that?” I grin up at him, and he smiles back.
“Here, let me show you.”
When Zan leans in this time, I don’t run. Instead, I stand my ground and wait for Zan’s love to consume me. His lips and hands reach for me simultaneously, and when his body finds mine he pulls me closer into his body…and then he releases me just as quickly as he grabbed me. Zan places his hands on the sides of my face and takes a tiny step back from me so he can look me squarely in my eyes. He’s wearing the curious expression of a young child who has been told something, but can’t fully grasp that it is true.
“Yes, baby. I am.”
A shy grin covers my lips as I gaze up expectantly into his eyes. Zan’s still standing here holding my face with shock covering his own. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t blinked, hasn’t breathed in the past ten seconds. I’m actually about to start panicking when Zan lets go of my face and lets his hands trail down to my waist. Quicker than I can breathe, Zan falls to his knees and pulls me closer to him. He buries his face into my stomach, and then does something that completely shocks me: he begins to weep. I run my fingers through his unruly hair and just enjoy the essence of us as Zan murmurs into my tummy and continues to cry.
“I love you so much, sweets. So much,” he continues to murmur into my stomach.
“I love you, too, Zan.”
“We’re pregnant,” he whispers up at me and a smile covers his face. With a smile of my own, I bend down and kiss his forehead.
“That we are, honey. That we are.”
“…and we are so happy that you are with us. We waited a long time for you guys to get here, and now that you are, we are going to be the best mommy and daddy that we can be,” Zan whispers to our babies.
My body is aching and I’m tired as hell, but I can say that the eight hours of labor I just went through was all worth it because my beautiful babies are here. That’s right, babies, three of them as a matter of fact, all of them with chocolate brown hair and their father’s gorgeous eyes. I’m supposed to be taking a nap, but the moment Zan walked into the room…well, you know. He’s leaning against the wall, looking down into their bassinets, beaming with fatherly pride. He leans over, picks up our identical sons, and holds them to his bare chest before he begins to speak again.
“Alexander, Andrew: you see that gorgeous little woman down there in that bassinet? That’s your little sister, and you are to protect her at all costs. There’s going to come a time when she is going to have to beat men off with a stick, but when that time comes I want you to be there for her, because if I catch one of those little bastards looking at her, he’s dead. She’s going to fight you on it, but just remember that you are going to be doing what’s best for her, even when she doesn’t want to admit it. You guys will all be a team, and you are going to have to stick together. There are going to be times when you’re all going to hate each other, but I’m counting on you guys to tough it out, because I know that you will grow to love each other just like your mother and I love you guys. You guys are my little men, and I promise you that I’ll do my best to give you all the tools you’ll ever need in life. If you ever have any questions or need anything, I’ll be right here. I’ll never leave you and will always stand by you guys, because I love you.”
As Zan leans down to kiss their foreheads, both Alexander and Andrew stretch forward their little hands and touch their father’s face. Zan chuckles as he puts them back in their bassinets and then reaches down and picks up our daughter.
“Abi, you look just like your mommy, you know that, beautiful? Now I already had a talk with your brothers, and I know you’ll eventually end up hating me for it, but that’s okay, because you are my little princess and I’ll always love you. You are so beautiful, but I can tell that you’re going to be smart as hell, too. I can just see you giving your brothers a run for their money. God, I know all too soon that you’ll be growing up, going on your first date, and eventually getting married and having babies of your own, but I want you to know something: you will always be my little girl. Always. No matter what happens down the line, your mother and I will always be here for you, and we will protect you, even when it’s just from your brothers. I love you, kiddo.” Zan kisses her forehead and lays her back in her bassinet. He looks at our children again, and then speaks.
“As much as I love you guys, you need to understand something very important: your mother belongs to me. I’m loaning her out to you guys for the time being, but best believe once this breast-feeding thing is over with, she’ll be mine again. All mine,” he whispers while grinning.
“So I see you laid down the law,” I finally speak. Zan looks at me, and smiles.
“Yeah, you have to start early with kids nowadays.”
“They’ve only been here for about three and a half hours, Zan.”
“Doesn’t matter, they need to know who’s in charge.”
Zan crosses the room and sits with me on the bed. He gathers me in his arms and strokes my hair as I lean into his embrace.
“How you feelin’?”
“A little sore, but I’ll live.” Silence. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just enjoying the silence. We won’t have it for long, you know,” he jokes and I giggle.
“It’s worth it, though, wouldn’t you say?”
“Most definitely. Thank you, Liz.”
“For what, Zan?”
“Giving me the perfect life. I got a wife I adore, and now three beautiful children to love and take care of. It’s all because of you, sweets.”
“As much as I would love to take full credit for our kids, I think you had a little something to do with them, too,” I grin up at him.
“I did, didn’t I?” he asks seriously and for that remark he earns a playful smack in the tummy. Suddenly a thought occurs to me.
“Hey, where is everybody?”
“They all went to get something to eat, they’ll be back in a couple of hours. Personally I think they were scared. I know I was for a while.”
“And what did you have to be scared of?”
“You and your sailor mouth,” he laughs.
“Shut up, I wasn’t that bad! Was I?” I timidly ask. This makes Zan laugh even harder.
“You called me every name in the book, but I think my personal favorite was the ‘Unicorn Whoremaster from Hell.’”
“I did not say that!”
“Ask Maria and Lisa when they get back. Poor Alex and Michael sat in the corner trying to watch the game, but kept flinching every time you screamed. You also told me that if you could, you would bludgeon to death with a stapler just to show me how much pain I had caused you.”
“I’m sorry, Zan. I was just in a lot of pain,” I apologize sheepishly.
“I understand, though I don’t think your father will.”
“What? What did I say to my father?”
“Well after you told me you would kill me if I ever touched you again and kicked me out the room, you asked for your dad. Two minutes later, he came out with tears in his eyes. He won’t tell us what you said, but he did keep mumbling ‘Where did my sweet little girl go?’”
I close my eyes and sigh into Zan’s bare chest, all the while he laughs. I didn’t mean to say those things, I don’t even remember saying them to be honest. All I remember is being in pain.
“Sweets, it’s okay. We know you were going through some rough stuff, hell you pushed out three babies today. I think I would have cussed, too.”
“No buts. Trust me when I say it’s okay, if anything we’ll just laugh about it for a while.”
“You sure about that? My father might try to ground me or something.”
“Okay, okay.” Suddenly, a tired that I have never known begins to overtake me and my eyes begin to drift closed. Zan smoothes my hair away from my face and kisses the crown of my head.
“Maybe you should rest while they’re gone. Besides, I think the little ones are going to want to eat pretty soon.”
“You’re right,” I say and lay back against the pillows in our bed. “A nap is probably what I need right now.”
“You need anything from the kitchen?”
“Nope, I’m good.” Zan kisses my forehead and walks to the door.
“I love you, sweets. More than life itself.”
“And I love you, too.” Zan disappears around the corner and his footsteps fade as he enters the kitchen.
And so this is my life, a life that I did not create, but rather took control of when I decided to be with Zan, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I have a wonderful, loving husband, a great family, friends to die for, and three of the most precious children that ever existed. But more than that, I am happy, happier than I could have ever been with Max, happier than I have ever been in my entire life, and to me that’s all that matters.
This is my life, and I love it.