Deep, Deep Donuts by Megan Wade
Epilogue 1 – Tamara
Two years later…
“One more push, sweets,” Wes coaches from beside me as I wail into the crook of his neck, bearing down as our baby makes his grand entrance into the world. “You’re so amazing. He’s nearly here.”
With a final grunt, I feel the release as our baby is born and cries along with me, my sobs of pain turning into sobs of joy as he’s placed into my arms.
“He’s so perfect,” I coo, lightly touching his dark hair as his blue eyes squint up at me. “Hey, junior.” At the sound of my voice, his cries stop and he looks around, so inquisitive.
“You did it, sweets.” Wes presses a kiss to the side of my head as he gingerly touches the round cheek of our baby boy. “Look at how alert he is. I can already tell he’s going to be smart like his mom.”
“And handsome like his dad,” I say, feeling my heart swelling with more and more love the longer I drink Wes Lee Junior in—named after his father, of course.
After two years of trying and waiting for him to join our family, Wes and I feel so incredibly blessed to be parents. We’ve been so ready for this day ever since Wes got down on one knee and proposed on our first date. And even though it felt like it might never happen for us for a while there, we never stopped loving each other, and never quit having fun trying. And like many couples, the moment we decided to focus on something else besides starting a family—we purchased a storefront not far from Lovers Lake and turned that into a full-time donut shop to get me out of the truck—we found out we were pregnant.
Wes somehow became even more protective of me than he already was and felt that I should be on bed rest throughout the entire nine months, even though I was perfectly healthy the whole time. I insisted I was fine to work, but I agreed to bringing in some help and hired a bubbly local girl who’d graduated high school but wasn’t planning on going away to college because she’s looking after her grandmother. I think she’s so lovely and caring, and she can run the whole place without me, which is great because I won’t have to worry while I’m raising this little fella and hopefully find time to make one or two more…
“I can’t believe we’re family now,” Wes says, just looking at our boy with a beaming smile on his face. “I feel like I had everything I needed the day you agreed to be mine, but now that we have a baby…” He turns and meets eyes. “I feel like I have everything I want too.”
“Everything?” I whisper, kissing him softly before we rest our foreheads against each other’s.
“What else could there be?”
“I don’t know.” I lift my eyes and bite my bottom lip lightly. “Maybe a little girl?”
“A little sister for Junior?”
“Yeah. Or a brother. I’m not fussed. I just want that big family we dreamed of.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get. You’ve given me the world by being mine. The least I can do is give you everything you want in return.”
“I love you, Wes,” I whisper, somehow loving my husband even more in that moment.
“I love you too, sweets,” he whispers, kissing me again before kissing the top of our son’s head. “Both of you.”
Junior gripes slightly, his fist going into his mouth as he sucks hungrily on his fingers, letting me know he’s ready for his first feed. And as I sit in the hospital bed with my husband by my side and my newborn son in my arms and my donut shaped wedding and engagement rings shining in the light, I can’t help but marvel at how perfect life has become. I was a girl who felt sure she’d never have this in her life. And then one beautiful summer by my now-home, Lovers Lake, a cop rode up on a bike, desperate for a bite of my donut. And I was his forever more.
